Poetry
Vertigo, Heterotopia
Contributor
Joan LarkinJoan Larkin's My Body: New and Selected Poems is forthcoming in early 2007 from Hanging Loose Press. She lives in Brooklyn and currently teaches poetry writing in the low-residency M.F.A. program at New England College.
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