I first encountered Zachary Schomburg in springtime on a rooftop bar in downtown New York City, through the voice of another poet. The words hit me like this:
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It's hard to believe that today's post marks the first of our FOURTH annual 30/30/30 series, and that when this month is over we will have seeded and scattered ONE HUNDRED and TWENTY of these love-let ...
