..:: CONTENTS ::..

   Volume IX, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
   Volume I, Issue I
   Volume I, Issue II
   Volume II, Issue I
   Volume II, Issue II
   Volume III, Issue I
   Volume III, Issue II
   Volume IV, Issue I
   Volume IV, Issue II
   Volume V, Issue I
   Volume V, Issue II
   Volume VI, Issue I
   Volume VI, Issue II
   Volume VII, Issue I
   Volume VII, Issue II
   Volume VIII, Issue I


Emily as Dirt and Sing
Darren Demaree


If it was about dry bones, buried
& never rising, I would not have
wrapped myself with such a lily

& my unmourning shadows,
my declarations of spirit in song,
would be able defend themselves

against any passing of time.
Look through the grainy lift
of my hands, that light is Emily.



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