Even the places
the sun doesn't reach
in the deepest woods
are hot. Even the places
that never dry—the mosses
creeping everywhere
a damp carpet underfoot—
are dry. Even the quietest
places you've never been
are disquieted by your cry.
Even those places.
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Issue 59
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
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Fiction
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Inventing Constellations
by Al Maginnes
- David Rigsbee reviews Inventing Constellations