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Earing the Clink of Chisels: An Imperfect Love Letter to Reading Literary Magazines
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Earing the Clink of Chisels: An Imperfect Love Letter to Reading Literary Magazines

Every time I pause in front of a stack of lit mags at my house, I find myself flipping through one for a morsel. Gimme something good. I find myself re-reading things I’ve already read and feeling surprised by them again and again, as if the magazine keeps the poems new and Ziploc-fresh.