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Poem: Bruce McRae

It has been nice to publish blog alums so much recently. Here's an encore from Bruce McRae.

Smudge

The world is being drawn badly, the sun like the sun, the moon like the moon, stars likened unto other stars. Here’s a town that’s a smudge, a sea that’s smeared, hills painted with outlandish perspectives, a few stick-figures added on as an afterthought, giving us some idea of the scale, of the limited grandeur. The shape of this world is predetermined by those who would shape it. A…

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Poem: Bruce McRae

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Each Fear Contains a Wish

A bone needle and catgut thread. Sewing a new shirt in the dark, a ghost-shirt for the dark ages, leaning toward a single flame so I might hear its indelicate whisper. A night as quiet as a doll’s house, a full moon stalking the forests, the crow on the roof another omen to be added to the devil’s care, each star a stitch dropped in the cold’s rough fabric.

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