June 14, 2023

Pandemic Feature: Biopic

By Peter Kline

Photo by Marcelo Jaboo on Pexels.com

-in the lobby after the film

“Why don’t we value them when they’re alive?”

“Why don’t we value ourselves?”

“What’s a life worth, anyway?”

“In which country? Which address? Which side of the bed?”

About the Author

Peter KlinePeter Kline is the author of two poetry collections, Mirrorforms (Parlor Press) and Deviants (SFASU Press). A former Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford University and James Merrill House and Amy Clampitt House resident, he teaches writing at the University of San Francisco and with Stanford’s Master of Liberal Arts Program. Since 2012 he has directed the San Francisco literary reading series Bazaar Writers Salon. He lives in San Francisco, and can be found online at www.peterklinepoetry.com.

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