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"SR 44 Westbound : Harlan, Iowa” by James Maynard




James Maynard lives and writes from his hometown of Portland, Oregon.  He received his MFA from the University of Alabama.  His poetry and reviews have appeared in New Orleans Review, Arch, Permafrost, Blueline, Dialogist, and others.  The author of one garden, two children, and numerous chapbooks, he currently runs a sonnet series at jamesmaynard.substack.com.  

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