Joseph Kolb
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Performance PieceA Poem by Joseph Kolbp.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px '.. |
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FatherA Poem by Joseph KolbI am at my grandmother’s house, in a nylon sleeping bag on the dusky floor of the living room. Her soft, wrinkled body curled on the davenport, .. |
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The KolbsA Poem by Joseph KolbThe KolbsMy parents couldn’t decide how I had been born. My mother said, “We found him in a towel, shivering between two curtains of rain... |
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WannabeA Poem by Joseph KolbWannabe I am your circumcised foreskin, useful as newspaper soggy with rain. My face is a two-way mirrored pane and I mime each person back from withi.. |