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Issue # 5 September 2011
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Steve Troyanovich

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the last Siren

La ou cesse la duree
Ou la peau n'est qu'une ombre
— Serge Sautreau

the snow will come
mounted on cold breath
from barn windows
long gone...
in fields of memory
the bone picker looks up
at the approaching sky...
we are as lost centuries
touching alone... the last
Siren drifting out to dawn...