Reading the poetry section of EVENT 43.2 / Fall 2014

Sometimes when I read a string of poems in a row, I imagine that I've eaten a pile of psychedelic mushrooms. I think... what have I seen? I think so much I forget how to sleep. I think... maybe this is sleep. I snap to it, and read everything again, try to relocate the journey.

This trip only happens when the work is hypnotizingly good. I don't like playing with food. But I like playing with poems; and Bren Simmers "I Blame MASH for My Addiction to MLS" actually has me playing with mortgage calculators again... er, playing MASH again. Seriously I'm going to re-read every single poem.

- Cassie

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