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July 2014, vol 10, no 2

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Jonathan Humphrey

Violet, Violent


I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it.
               Alice Walker

Leave it to lightning to touch a single spire and paint the whole city purple. For that moment, every taxi's windshield is a matted morning glory, every woman's face has its smooth amethyst facets. I like it here. But always the violent thrust back into smog and steel.

purple thunderhead
homeless man’s yawn
passes to his dog




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