Diurnal
Issue #129
Spring 2016
I had a dreamover and over as a child in my shimmering morning-light room,—it was set there, where I slept, woodpeckers hammering at the eaves,the river’s waves’ light moving as if forever on the far wall.I’d wake (still asleep) in...
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