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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Frances Koziar has 15+ publications in literary magazines, and is seeking an agent for a diverse NA/YA fantasy novel. Her poetry is up and coming in Poetry Pacific and recently appeared in the Voice of Eve. She is an archaeologist and anthropologist, and lives in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. Author website:

Frances Koziar

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that flicker their last breaths
Consumed by a darkness
That comes from the horizon
That turns the water silver
And the wind unsteady
White knuckled fingers
Grip the prow, stiff as bone
Blood itself fled into fear