Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by S.R. Compton   An Open Book A desperate stillness Is the most productive medium. Then a random object - A toadstool or a paperweight. Finally, a shaft of sunlight, A falling, as of towns, Air cut like ice.     Alice Leave your clothes behind. Forget the roots of trees. Drink me. Remember what you will find.     Untitled in the dark write with light and lithium backward forward into the light or the dark     Fallen Leaves on Water let the river carry the boats of the dead wherever the dead go- they will come back as dust under our feet, as rain     Next Poem
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