January through March 2003 ~ Volume 11
Publisher D. Menendez, EIC Jim Christ
Editors Janet Kenny & Ani Gjika - Joe Carcel Ghost Editor
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Michael Paul Ladanyi & |
| On the desolate shores of winter's gray mouth, the fields are barren, still, like the dead-calm of melancholy oaks raven-coated and sighing, naked and leaning. The old farmhouse remains a considerable walk, but there it sits, shackled to the earth like a rotted stump. The frozen snow beneath my steps yawns and breaks in small murmurs, like an overture to the whispered trespasses of my youth. The wind blows as it does only here, on humpbacked, timbered miles. I do not seek refuge, however, the restless light in my eyes settling on broken panes and torn roof, listens, deaf to the diminished day, damned to focus on what is not, what should have been. The weathered door cries as I enter, an echo from the past stirs. I have been here before and not, these memories have been dressed differently; though now, I am a child, the snow, white sheets folded back. Collaboration copyright © Michael
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