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May of Another Hard Year: Some Thoughts

August 15, 2018

Click on the link below to access the PDF for Michael Farrell Smith’s visually-formatted lyric memoir essay with erasures, May of another Hard Year: Some Thoughts.

May of another Hard Year: Some Thoughts

 

 

Michael Farrell Smith (formerly Mike Smith, and Mike Smith of Albuquerque) has been published in Tin HouseBoothNew Delta ReviewBacopaThe 3288, and many other reputable journals. He is at work on a revolutionary two-volume experimental autobiography, Shadows of Clouds on the Mountains, of which this essay is also a chapter; is a founding member of Southwestern literary collective Dirt City; and co-hosts City on the Edge, the only podcast of Albuquerque history and culture

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