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TO THE MONKS: RANGE BETWEEN THE ARMIES for G.T. Christopher Snook advent in the desert and dry bone dust of dayspring drip-dropping the thrush and the burning and now the waiting now...
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POETRY SCHOOL PRAYER Christopher Snook It couldn’t mean anything in the end all of us disheveled and lined up disorderly singing O Canada to the muzak pumped through the PA system...
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POETRY ANABASIS AT THE CAR WASH IN NEW MINAS Christopher Snook It was the only way no puddles of blood shed for the shades or shadows like hungry ghosts pressing but the South Asian at the...
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