Adam, one of my favorites by Maz is a sci-fi one about someone collecting scrap and junk out in space. If I remember right the scrap was a lot of funny, inventive things and not just mere "scrap". The whole poem was so imaginative and inventive. I remember I started my critique by saying, "This rocks!" I don't think I've ever said that to anyone before. Yesterday I was trying to find that poem, because I think she posted it not only at the Gazebo but also at the non-Met at Erato. I searched the term "Riga", because that was in the original version (until she changed it to something else), but I couldn't find it. You know, I'm thinking now she might have posted it at Sonnet Central as well. Maybe a search over there through all their archives could bring it up. I would like to read it again.
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