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I want poetry to catch on like an infection, only not an infection, maybe like a good beer that keeps turning up in different places. On tap. Fresh. Cold. Made in small batches brought in small carts to far-flung towns.
I traveled for a long time searching for Richard Hugo’s places and poems. I took pictures and tried to pin his poems to particular places.
Meet Nica, who does this whole thing remarkably well: http://foreverafternoonblog.wordpress.com/
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