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A frog staring ahead though blades of grass

one frog one scorpion

By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…

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Lynn Greyling

Grandfather

by Elise Phillips It was always the doves that would wake me. For a child from the parched and treeless lands of northern Texas, the sound of mourning doves, so common in San Antonio, was a novelty. From my place on the bed beneath the long window in the yellow…

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