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Duane Locke
Duane Locke, Ph. D. in Renaissance Literature, now lives
alone in an old, decaying, two-story house in the sunny
Tampa Slums. The esthetic effects of the police have
recently mitigated the egregious ugliness of the
neighborhood. The police have pasted bright yellow and
orange posters on every pole. The colorful posters advertise
that the location is a shopping mall for drugs, and proclaim,
"no loitering," thus everyone jogging enlivens the motion of
the neighborhood.
All the joggers carry cell phones. The drabness of the beer
bottle littered streets is mollified by the brightness of the
expensive cars, stolen, stripped, and abandoned. The place
is something of a poor man's Las Vegas for there are crap
games in every driveway.
Duane lives here as a stranger and alien, for he knows no
one, does not understand the customs, the costumes, and
the language, some form of postmodern English. He has had
over 2,000 poems published in print magazines such as
APR, Nation, Literary Quarterly, Black Moon, Bitter
Oleander; but he is not sure he has any reader for it seems
no one reads poetry in print magazines. His 14th and latest
book of poems is "Watching Wisteria", available from
www.vidapublishing.com.
duanelocke@netzero.net
1................... Chiarra, I had High Desires
2....................................................... Somewhere In Italy
3.......................... Confession of a Scholar
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