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This New Automatism

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As “soundless as pocket mirrors,” and yet it comes crashing through our consciousness — we give you May’s Poem of the Month, Kline’s “The Chief” by BZ Niditch, an intricate ekphrastic poem which draws out the soul of its subject. Enjoy

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