Old poems never die

I’m reviewing recent and older work as I attempt to put together a book manuscript. In doing so I came across these three pieces:

This one ran in the Rutgers College Quarterly in 1988 — my senior year — and stood as a manifesto of sorts on my approach to the poetic line.
This ran in an anthology called Off the Cuffs, which was writing by and about police. It’s from the mid- to late-1990s.
This ran about 10 years ago in the Edison Literary Review and was written after watching my nephew Joe’s youth baseball team.
All three are deeply flawed poems, I think, but capture some element of my current approach, whether in terms of craft, style, or theme.
I don’t know that any of the three deserve placement in a new book, but I thought I’d share.

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Author: hankkalet

Hank Kalet is a poet and freelance journalist. He is the economic needs reporter for NJ Spotlight, teaches journalism at Rutgers University and writing at Middlesex County College and Brookdale Community College. He writes a semi-monthly column for the Progressive Populist. He is a lifelong fan of the New York Mets and New York Knicks, drinks too much coffee and attends as many Bruce Springsteen concerts as his meager finances will allow. He lives in South Brunswick with his wife Annie.

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