Issue 140

Summer & Fall 2011

Poetry Lightsey Darst Poetry Lightsey Darst

My Chains

I did not run off, but I walked off, believing that to be all right.

A comet was seen over north Florida and southern parts of Georgia

yesterday, reported by a mother-daughter pair driving west in a blue wagon.

“Eyes piercing the upper air like one in a dream”

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Poetry Lightsey Darst Poetry Lightsey Darst

Call 911

Dream of an arrow & the palpable world it will make here. “Even that suffering

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I showed you in my dance, let it be called a mystery”

He wasn’t with the police, just an ordinary man, climbing down through

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