Glee Ha Glue Time
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qualms that quiver some breeze broke off hail flouts what healing prezactually screedambled digs we drank whale salt pancake gin at the Dew Gong Inn pourt stutter on a bland tack and pined sottorious them were days of mere no arrow wide enough after the sombers it’s glee ha glue time
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Steve Timm’s newest book of poems is Rule of Composition (Bananaquit Press, 2022). It was preceded by This’s That (There Press, 2016), Un storia (BlazeVOX Books, 2010) and Disparity (BlazeVOX Books, 2006). His live performances are known for ending explosively with an improvised sound poem. A native of Kenosha, he lives with his wife Shari Bernstein and son Alex (who finds his poems “interesting”) in Madison, where he teaches English as a second language at the University of Wisconsin.