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Saturday, March 9, 2013

Minister the moon

Contributor: Dawnell Harrison
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The dark night ministers
The moon as she drags the

Dregs of the sea behind her
Like a heavy sack of coal.

The dusk is littered with ghosts –
I hear a white, cold echo deep

Into the crest of the night.
There are twigs in their thin hair

And clouds of grey in their
Shadowed eyes as they move

Like slugs under a perfectly
Wounded sky.


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I have been published in over 75 journals and magazines including The Tower Journal, The Endicott Review, Queen's Quarterly, Nerve Cowboy, and The Puckerbrush Review among many others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my eyes.

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