Short Stories
- In The Sorrows
by Matthew Woodring Stover - Br’er Robert
by Matthew Woodring Stover - Zanshin by Bob Urell
Writing in the Desert
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Where are the pen and the paper?
Where are the words
that were flowing?
They have passed
like rain in the mountains,
like wind through the saguaro.
The days have gone down
in the west,
behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this? -
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