I first saw
Chris Chandler at the Wabash Café in 1993. I didn’t remember his name and in the 12 years since I didn’t see him, hear of or about him. But I never forgot his poetry. He did a piece called “(United States of)
Generica” that has stayed with me ever since. It was stuck in my head one night last October as I was driving home from a poetry
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