In University in 2003, I was a poet with confidence of which I have since forgotten. I gathered information so that i could be the best poet. I wanted to meet a real poet so I wrote a email to Robert Creeley not expecting to get a response. But he responded within a day and agreed to do a work study with me. The one eyed poet met with me on Saturdays at Cafe Aroma, where we talked about HD Hilda Doolittle a high definition poet, wars, relationships and jazz. I walked up to cafe Aroma in my tattered blue…

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