Lynn Tait | VISITATIONS

VISITATIONS Three o’clock, but our clock strikes one; to us, it’s our son Steve roaming the house. I slip outside to read on the porch – he probably glides out too, all gangbusters, but in a ghostly fashion. He talks to me outdoors more than in: sudden visits, message by snake, lizard, dragonfly, or cardinal.…

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TABLE OF CONTENT

POETRY

VALLUM POETRY AWARD 2019

INTERVIEWS

REVIEWS

ART

DIGITAL EXTRAS

 

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