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BURGESS FALLS, TENNESSEE by Owen Lewis
Where the waters cut the gorge cut strata of soft stone where granite resists and holds itself against the water where the waters drop in sheets across the rock steps then plunge in white cascades like moving ice the liquid of glacial rumbling froths and pounds stone a heavenly and timeless pressure
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AS IF I WERE ANYTHING BEFORE by Damian Rogers
Not all rocks are alive. Or so I’ve read. Someone I love is struggling, her thoughts caught in a net.
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YES, I’M A WITCH by Damian Rogers
For Yoko Ono I dreamed there was a storm. When it cleared the sky said here is a half glass of water to see the seasons through. When I was a little girl Mother said I could be anything.
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