In response to Wag's Revue's Heteronymicon Challenge, I anagrammed my name and bio to make a new poet, then collaged together poems from language found being thrown out in Reston, Virginia and Brooklyn, New York. Source texts include an old translation of Sappho fragments by Mary Barnard coming unglued at the spine, an article from an out-dated New Yorker on Bruce Springsteen, and a sodden copy of Bridget Jones's Diary left out on a South Slope stoop in the rain. Read some of the results here.


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