which has the temerity to publish a poem by Ron Slate, “The Demise of Camembert”. It’s a neo-pastoral, as best I can tell, but though I don’t go either for pastorals or for unrhymed material, I liked it a good deal (maybe because I do generally go for cheese). Check it out; my favorite lines are at the end, and though they need the rest of the poem to make sense, I thought I’d pass them along:
And you and I, paring away the rind,
do you and I have a patient nose
for the creamy inwardness of things?
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