From Atlanta to Seattle, the long flight
trouts beneath the April moon. The young
Buddhist monk in me drums nails with gusto
into the coffin's lid. Darkest green
spruce and snow: among the clouds,
the mountain.
Beyond Seattle, the ocean vibrates
like a flight of geese at dawn.
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Issue 65
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Editor's Note
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POETRY
- Thomas Jay Balkany
- Bruce Bond
- Kristene Brown
- Jeff Burt
- Regina Colonia-Willner
- David Cooke
- William J. Cordeiro
- Cheney Crow
- Sharon Dolin
- David Faldet
- Martin Jude Farawell
- Soheila Ghaussy
- Ann Herlong-Bodman
- Michael Lauchlan
- James Lineberger
- John Mahnke
- Neil McCarthy
- Michael Montlack
- Dave Nielsen
- Mark Thomas Noonan
- Linda Tomol Pennisi
- F. Daniel Rzicznek
- Robert Lavett Smith
- Philip Terman
- Randi Ward
- Yim Tan Wong
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FICTION