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Volume 2 Number 2 • Fall - Winter 2010-2011
They age well,
like cinnamon sticks
or starfish --
fragile pastels, instant antiques.
Locked away in a drawer
or displayed under glass:
next to Lincoln's tophat
& Churchill's flask.
They pepper the sky
like a sullen confetti.
Tipsy black pilots,
mad with groupthink --
yet they know
where I start & stop:
my silhouette probed by acoustics,
rationalized by echo.
Born/raised Los Angeles. BA English Lit, CSUN. Boise, ID since '93. Married, whole bunch of kids (2010 census).