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Contents Page: April 1, 2011, vol 7 no 1

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Colin Stewart Jones



Our night sky illuminates possibility, the stuff of magic and myth – an exploration of soul. You giggle as I wear the Pleiades on my finger and slowly pull the moon from the sea and place her in your palm. I draw laughter deep from your heart as I trace your own constellation with your smile.

How soon day returns and all I feel is the draught from an open window.

autumn sunset...
counting your freckles
off by heart


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