Intersection by Amy Martin (c) Overhead, the stars are falling, alabaster streaks ephemerally etched on the night sky. So very long ago, Comet Swift-Tuttle passed our way, its long tail leaving remainders of itself, like […]

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When The Levee Breaks

by Amy Martin (c)   Defenses are falling at last. Images have broken loose from my subconscious and are running amok in my mind. The soft-focus filter of memory shatters, its protective ambiguity in […]

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