Jane Stuart | Cold Wet Sand

Cold Wet Sand Cold wet sand shadows in eclipse the moon forgets Night is dark and final your steps in the sand— disappearing dreams Remembering France picnics in the park on a windy day Red as glass the opening between your heart and mine A battalion of purple-helmeted iris marching through the wind Floating through…

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TABLE OF CONTENT

POETRY

2021 VALLUM POETRY AWARD WINNERS

INTERVIEW

REVIEWS

ART – WINNER OF THE 2022 VALLUM COVER AWARD

 

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