a[shraf]boki*
miscegenation: emb[lo]odying, embo[l]ding
poetry
Probing the Depths
It seemed deliberately cruel to me
Almost
The ghost of Einstein visited my room:
Durelle
Those days, he never blinked, very rarely smiled;
Shadow
My shadow wears another like a cloak,
Planet Without Grandparents
Christmas bells again, but never before
Peroslava, Slovakia
paska:
rock painting, eastern shore of Lake Superior
alone on the rock
Local Suite
The wind's too rough for the sail-boats.
Grey Mare
Grey printed words
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Current Issue: No. 301
