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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 1, March 2017

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Ann Quinn
Catonsville, Maryland, USA


Fragile Beauty

Her tears came like violets on the lawn—unbidden, healing. Thoughts of her first apartment—the landlord wanted all the weeds, all that wasn’t grass, killed. “But the violets?” “They’re weeds.”

Now she lives in the suburbs. She allows the violets to flourish. On this glorious day the neighbor begins spraying the shrubbery. He wears a mask, has a tank on his back. It’s louder than his lawn mower. Never a silent spring here. The only other place to sit nearby has another aural clutter—a busy road. Still, the beauty around is astonishing—oaks, maples, beeches, poplars, dogwoods, locust, magnolias, sycamores. How do the birds hear one another? How do we hear one another?

airport lounge noise
reading Bashō
traveler on another world

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