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A. Jay Adler
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News about "Waiting for Word" & a Chance to Preorder
Happy New Year in “interesting times.”
I thought I’d share some news about my new collection of poetry, Waiting for Word, as the preorder period continues before publication on March 19.
Waiting for Word: Order here.
First, as a Queens, New York native teaching at Queens College, CUNY, I’ve taken the rather obvious step of enlisting in the Meet the Author series conducted by the Queens Chamber of Com Read more of this blog post »
I thought I’d share some news about my new collection of poetry, Waiting for Word, as the preorder period continues before publication on March 19.
Waiting for Word: Order here.
First, as a Queens, New York native teaching at Queens College, CUNY, I’ve taken the rather obvious step of enlisting in the Meet the Author series conducted by the Queens Chamber of Com Read more of this blog post »
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“Route 66 begins in the imagination. That there is a better place. That it lies in the westward distance.”
― Footnote 1
― Footnote 1
“Human time is not a compiling of moments, layer upon layer, like old newspapers there to be drawn from down in the pile. It is a fuse, burning up our moments as we live them.”
― Footnote 1
― Footnote 1
“Route 66 begins in the imagination. That there is a better place. That it lies in the westward distance.”
― Footnote 1
― Footnote 1
“Human time is not a compiling of moments, layer upon layer, like old newspapers there to be drawn from down in the pile. It is a fuse, burning up our moments as we live them.”
― Footnote 1
― Footnote 1
