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Mike Essig, You and I are polar opposites. I don’t write when I rise, I shadowbox. My thoughts in the morning are unclear, without form, semi-void, far from palpable. It is in the evening that all words become more than corporeal, more solid than stone. The sun is gone but its hammering blaze is right in my “pen.” ( which these days is now a laptop keyboard but there is precious little poetic imagery in that physical space.)

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