This is one of favorite poems in my friend Marc McKee’s new book What Apocalypse?
It is the end of the world again
only this time it is the 5 AM variation
where sleep is rust
and you are the gleaming thing
that must wait for slow rain
and the air. The world is clearly ending,
just look at the light
starting [...]

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Marc McKee, a close friend of mine, also happens to be one of the best poets writing anywhere in English. I’m not fucking around. He’ll do things with syntax that’ll make your gums bleed. He recently won the DIAGRAM Chapbook Competition and managed to get himself published — which will be the [...]

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