Night

is so rich and sad that there are times I can barely stand it. But the amount of time I spend in it, dreading sleep, seems to indicate that I am built for such things.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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