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    Insomniacs, We

    By J. Andrew Schrecker

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    Insomniacs compose grocery lists and manifestos, a phoenix lies charred in its own ashes, and shadows hide in corners, afraid of themselves. In this decade-spanning volume of poetry, J. Andrew Schrecker blends surrealism, observation, and personal confession to paint a portrait of heartache and longing in recession-torn America.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJ. Andrew Schrecker
    Release dateJan 1, 2018
    ISBN9781393749288
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