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I know I'm there
when I can hear,
past lazy eye
and quick delivery,
the sound of
someone else's
poetry.

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About Gerald So


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Born in the Philippines and raised on Long Island, Gerald So attended Catholic elementary and high schools, both by choice. He stopped after earning a Master's in creative writing, not wanting to be a seldom-published Ph.D. He's parlayed a love of crime fiction into positions as fiction editor of The Thrilling Detective Web...read more Site, reviewer for Crimespree Magazine, and columnist for Mysterical-E. He currently edits The Five-Two weekly poetry site.
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