Collective Unrest

 

In the wake, so intimate, There is

May 1, 2019

The following pieces, “In the wake,” “so intimate,” and “There is,” by J.I. Kleinberg are visual poems from an ongoing series of collages built from phrases created unintentionally through the accident of magazine page design.

 

 

 

Artist, poet, and freelance writer, J.I. Kleinberg is a Best of the Net and Pushcart nominee. Her found poems have appeared in Diagram, Heavy Feather Review, Rise Up Review, The Tishman Review, Hedgerow, Otoliths, and elsewhere. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, and posts most days at thepoetrydepartment.wordpress.com and chocolateisaverb.wordpress.com and occasionally @jikleinberg.

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