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“The Sausage Master of Minsk” by August Kleinzahler
I was sausage master of Minsk; young girls brought parsley to my shop and watched as I ground coriander, garlic and calves’ hearts. At harvest time they’d come with sheaves: hags in babushkas, girls plump as quail, wrapped in bright tunics, switching the flanks of oxen. Each to the other, beast and woman, goggle-eyed at…
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Anti-Villanelle
Wikipedia Poem, No. 513 never trust a lawman a tragic figure a brass roman pendant hooked upon a poke a magic recursive idol this brass poet oinked by the academy of american pedants click here to sniff at other work from poets click here to hang either/or an exclusive commission for the academy of american…
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