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In your 53rd year, you begin
to make assessments.
In the "profound moments" column
you list two births,
one death, and this
moment on the Wabash Ave. bridge
the Chicago River below, the sun
hot on your face, the cool
Lake Michigan breeze feels
like being loved, no less
than a first breath
or a last.

by Albert DeGenova.
Used with the author's permission.

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Albert DeGenova is the author of two books of poetry and two chapbooks, most recently Postcards to Jack (Naked Mannequin, 2010). From 1978-1980, he was an editor of the Oyez Review (published by Roosevelt University); in June of 2000 he launched the literary/arts journal After Hours, for which he continues as publisher and editor. DeGenova is half of the performance poetry duo, AvantRetro, which appears throughout the Midwest and greater Chicago area. DeGenova received his MFA in Writing from Spalding University, Louisville. He is a blues saxophonist and one-time contributing editor to Down Beat magazine.


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jude, hey:
You always nail it Al, right down to the exhale; I can feel it. ~ Jude,hey.
Posted 11/23/2010 08:48 AM
Ralph Murre:
Now, there's a poem, and there's a poet. Breathe on, Mother Lake, from the far U.P. to the Indiana Dunes, braethe on.
Posted 11/19/2010 10:05 PM


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