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

Charlie Guzman

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The Epistles

Dear Night,

Your ink stains blind me.
I attempted to journey through
the texture of your trees and vines,
but I got lost in your humidity.

I happen upon an old woman's house; a specter of lunar
soot entices me in.
The old woman sings in a chipped rocking chair,
swaying like a mad

With love,
Isabalino Anastasio Guzman.
13 July.