TITLE

Church Engine

AUTHOR(S)
Irwin, Mark
PUB. DATE
June 2008
SOURCE
Gulf Coast: A Journal of Literature & Fine Arts;Summer/Fall2008, Vol. 20 Issue 2, p24
SOURCE TYPE
Academic Journal
DOC. TYPE
Poem
ABSTRACT
Presents the poem "Church Engine," by Mark Irwin. First Line: Speech crumbling through emotion, this hole; Last Line: singing.
ACCESSION #
32817987

 

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