Working in a newsroom, you get a lot of oddballs, broken souls, lonely, cracked, occasionally perversely poetic people who wander in off the street looking to communicate their visions. Or they write letters.
Tag Archives: FoundPoems
March 20, 2012
November 2, 2011
A found poem pounces out the morning e-mail box. Surely, it does. But now I’m not so sure how surely best to phrase it.