Pigeon by Rhonda Waterfall A black and White picture of Children, that were Almost ours. Set loose Into the world,like Homing pigeons. Set loose Only to want To fly back and not Know why. Who's warm arms Held the bundle of Cotton blanket? Who passed The package on For more care or less? Rocks in The burlap sack. Who Set the sheets on the line For the lavender air To scent? Rhonda Waterfall is in the right place.

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ENTER Forget Magazine PIGEON Rhonda Waterfall GORLILLA MUNCH Rich Cole EAST VANCOUVER: SUMMER Ian Benjamin Green PREHISTORIC TOAST Nathaniel G. Moore

IN SUCH A HUNGER Lorna Crozier AT WATER'S EDGE Beth Haulata OUTSIDE ZIMBABWE : PART II Miranda Post CARRYING THE STONE Lorna Crozier

WHY IT DOESN'T MATTER IF BOBBY HULL IS NO.1 Matthew Dorrell REMEMBER Miguel Strother OUTSIDE ZIMBABWE Miranda Post INTERCEPTION Gillian Jerome

WHAT IS SHAKING Forget Magazine DAVID SUZUKI IS OUR DARK LORD John Thompson ESTRELLA Skeeze Whitlow THE EARL OF DEATH Miguel Strother HORSESHOE BAY Darren Anderson

   

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