Kim Triedman’s Comments

There is something ripped and raw about most of my poems. I never set out to write about anything. Most of these are layered and quite personal. If I have a process, it is simply this: I wait for my first few words to mug me, and then I am off, tripping my way down the avenue. All of these poems—some more abstracted than others—began this way . . . with the sound of a few words ringing in my ears.

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