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Issue # 8 September 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Gail Fishman Gerwin



Snow days
he'd head down,
our frigid flat
a signal—time
to stoke
the furnace.
Coal through
the chute a
cruel blue mass
five feet high.
By spring a
tarred floor ring
my father
left behind.