The Whirlwind Review
Issue 1

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Ryan McLellan

Nothing

Saw some legends chant mantras about how there doesn’t
have to be a deep meaning to a piece of art and though
I’ve tried to convince myself of this for a long time,
this poem finally means nothing to me.  Not that I don’t
care what I put down or don’t want to subvert common
language, but more that the stress should no longer
control output, no more of this self-sabotage, just
beautiful effort.

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