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Issue # 2 September 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Melissa Dickson Blackburn

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On Spilling the Salt

a new constellation towards which I whisper your name. - R.T. Smith

I don't care for love poems. They don't
make it into contemporary anthologies, do they?
We write of minerals and moths, of things defined
transformed. We write of humble shapes
as they shift from candle to bulb to star
and back to grain of salt, hard and measurable, sharp
against the skin. We write of buttons and bicycles,
of snowmen and popcorn and parachutes.
But grant me one last constellation of despair
and longing, a point in the night sky
where words spill kosher and coarse and obvious.