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Contents Page: Oct 1, 2011, vol 7 no 3

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Tish Davis


hoof prints

on the wet sand

the lengthening waves

An unexpected gust─I grip the red railing. I'm fifty feet above the water and alone on the gallery of a lighthouse.

the seagull

not quite a silhouette

in the transparent air

After staring, for the longest time, at the hospital band around my wrist, I close my eyes. Unable to synchronize hands with feet, unable to release the hold of cold metal, I allow wind to sculpt my form. Somewhere behind me is the doorway.

whale oil lamp

the light

on spiral stairs


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