Flynn employs many mirrors to engender a hive mind
by Rob Neufeld
Are you a “doe-eyed, pudding-faced daughter of fortune,” or might you wish to wed one?
The image comes to poet Keith Flynn when he visits 17th century Amsterdam, Holland—the epitome of middle-class society—in his worldwide hive of poems, “Colony Collapse Disorder.”
“When the money first comes i…
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