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Aphorism I
Kevin Griffith

The tree that fell in the forest had no ears.

When the dead speak, I can see my lips moving.

Death: Always voted most likely to succeed.

There’s no time like the present. Sometimes.

Premature burial surprise party: Man, I was kept in the dark.

It saddens me that I cannot contain my happiness.

When the umbrella is broken, the wind cannot harm it anymore.

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Kevin Griffith is the author of five books, including Denmark, Kangaroo, Orange, and 101 Kinds of Irony. He is a four-time winner of an Ohio Arts Fellowship in Poetry. His work has appeared recently in Hotel Amerika, North American Review, and many other journals.

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