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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

De Jackson

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Perhaps her hips
pine for the align
–ment of grief
pain's full flower,
a clatter of color
in all this stillness.
His mouth
a marrow window
she cannot open;
his hands
massive white crocuses
sneaking up secrets in the snow.