Poetry.

These poems linger, like the fragrance of lily-of-the-valley stealing through the open window. They charge like the Fyrisån in spate. And they illuminate, a tiny pinprick of light that grows to cast a mountain in shadow.

Tannaya Brown.

Claire Kageyama-Ramakrishnan.

Melinda Mejia.

Randall Watson.

 

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