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From "Where Will I Go in Search of Your Safety?" by Kristen Clodfelter: "I know that if just once I could get there, to Terre Haute, I'd see Daniel in jeans that were rolled up to his knees and a white undershirt, civilian clothes, squatting in the shallow water, searching for something to give me--a disc of darkened sandstone or shale to skim across a wet, unbroken surface. I know seeing him would mean release, a breadcrumb trail out of that hostile desert back to the life that's still waiting for him on the other side." Del Sol Review Published by Web del Sol 2020 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW Suite 443 Washington, DC 20006 | CONTACT |
Del Sol Review #18 Everlasting Delays and Bitching Poetry Sponge Bars, Fiction as More, Non-fiction Without Charles, and Sylvia Plath ... again. On again, off again, the way gravity defies wind. I always get it wrong, timing--like a focus group gone awry. Tonight, my corner of the self needs tending, your undivided attention (resins of fresh coffee at 2 am.). Derek wonderful. Poetry Your Finest Clothes Are Those You Wear as Soldiers and The Moon Becomes You and The Curve of Death and How Will My Enemies Amy King Dear Reader and Hillsides and You Should Question: Cynthia Atkins Self-Portrait as Postscript and when we drive this way Carolyn Smart What Cannot Be Determined Inosculation, an Ode to Walt Whitman Not Enough Sin To Go Around
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