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Caffeine Destiny
Fall 2008
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Julie Strand A nonspecific bird in numbers die died saw blue birds not the species but a nonspecific bird in numbers blue, lying around on ground sleep hope and flying around without friends and mom without curly haired memories without pictures physical things to hold rip kiss mostly kiss, memory lots of memories are mined, that still goes like thought and sleep cut bedtime prayer die wake keep yellow feet, dirt tracks and paths of locations, without pain paint or saint each mark protected, shed feathers pink skin waiting in rain Julie Strand is Education Coordinator at Woodland Pattern Book Center in Milwaukee. Her poetry has been published in Wicked Alice, Arsenic Lobster, and smaller publications in Milwaukee. |