“The birds have abandoned our cities and the plague
of silence multiplies through their arteries…”
– Derek Walcott, “In the Village”
“The towns nearby
that survive on museums of their earlier burning. The dreams set
in neighbor’s houses. The mounds with hooves and bones sticking out.
The gentle sloping. We will always be swimmers
digging into the thaw…”
– Catie Rosemurgy, “Gold River”
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