Paul Hostovsky’s poems appear and disappear simultaneously (ta-da!) and have
recently been sighted in those places where they pay you for your trouble with
your own trouble doubled, and other people’s troubles thrown in, which never
seem to him as great as his troubles, though he tried not to compare. He has no
life and spends it with his poems, trying to perfect their perfect
disappearances. Website: paulhostovsky.com.