Volume 7.2 | Winter 2024
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Christmas Ghost
Christmas settles over the lake grown cold,and long gone are summer days’ squeals and shrieks.The once valiant sun’s rays quickly…
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Asana
I’d crawl back in bed butnothing alive really sleeps.It only closes its eyes.Guess I’ll do some yoga.Double-down-dog on disappearing.Be a…
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In Spite of
ever blooming wounds we are light sleepers now I’ve known rivers older than any veins I’ve heard the Nile roar in Bible lessonsI’ve…
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In Red Lodge, Montana
There’s a hidden mountain roadto a geology camp that locals know to drive on clear nights,to the lookout point. City…
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The Train
I was hungry that morning;he began making something to eat,but he really was not in the moodfor more dirty dishes.…