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

Volume 13, Number 4, December 2019
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Bill Gottlieb
Trinidad, California, USA


An Injury

Driving home in a steady rain I pass a crow with a broken wing—a sorry slap of black on asphalt—crossing the road in desperate hops. How long can this cripple live in November’s cold nights and collapsing days? My mother died in early November, after the transplant didn’t take. Four decades along my sister ceased in late November; her husband, bedside, tried to outshout extinction, Don’t go don’t go his longing cry. One day on a walk I was stopped midstride by a crow bashing its beak on a bole and calling like crazy; looking around, down, I saw a black stroke in the road, a stub of breath. I’m home now, memory momently soaring, writing as if life were listening—and why is the trope time flies I’d like to know. Time, which is never fractured, never fails.

right to my face. . .
a falling
leaf

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