by C.C. Russel

Published in Issue No. 9 ~ October, 1997

14.

Still some magic left

in numbers

though there was time

and minnows,

small sticks

to flame,

days and nights inseperable

through touch.

Limbs.

In a way we were one tree,

but half of us

dead.

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C.C. Russel lives in Wheatland, Wyoming. Former editor of The Owen Wister Review, Russel now works as a convenience store clerk – a job, we're told, that is highly-suited to literary pursuits. Russel's work has appeared in over 34 publications throughout the U.S., Canada, and England, including: Cotton Gin, Oyster Boy Review, and The Hiram Poetry Review.
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