It sings: Vernon Frazer’s new poetry on G(ob)bet

Man, this will rock your socks off:

Whistles in the night

forebode the telling murmur, a half-sea dread

regal as the perch of bottled urgency whose

natal settings cast in a single stanza left to graze

the stagnant meat of its heart-felt emporium….

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