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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & General Editor
Volume 10, Number 4, December 2016


Mary P. Myers
Tucson, Arizona, USA

Dog-eared Journal

my window contains peaks with a thousand years of ice

– Du Fu

The nearest dragonflies, this time of year, are the costumed ones dangling from my earlobes. I yank on another patch of weeds that reminds me that this is where I've settled for the last twenty-two years. Unlike Basho, my narrow road to the interior cuts primarily through the internet. And the rain doesn't slide down a banana leaf, but hail occasionally crashes through my skylight. I pull out another clump of encroachment and a skinny, inch-long insect appears on the stucco. Will it move on now that I've exposed its hiding place? Finished, I retreat inside.

still clinging –
a walking stick
or praying mantis

in my window
a pair of crystal earrings
and Tucson's peaks



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