Boylan, Matthew

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TURNING ELEVENThe man in the telephone booth deftly takes a dime out of his ear and drops it into the coin slot.Looking on, his ten-year-old daughter acts embarrassed —  no longer amused with his tricks —  bored by that old sleight-of-hand.EARTHBOUNDOn the quad, in tree-shade green,a man sits in his wheelchairgently embracing the girl on his lap,mindful ofher folded wings.—  G. 0. Clark Davis CASLOW POETRYMy aunt pronounces "college"like the cowardly lion of The Wizard Of Ozpronounces courage.It's an absolute for the brain, she proclaims.I have to disagree.The only thing I got out of college is this:Klein, my English professor, told me: if you want to be a poet, you got to learn to type.If you can't type, you can't be a fucking poet! And he's right too.131

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