Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Taylor Graham   Differences It's a gaggle of geese to you. I prefer to think of it as a skein. Same thing, you say, just a formality, a way of looking past the one and falling into the pit of the many. No, I say, it's a question, on this hazy-silver April morning, of waddling across the pasture or honking way up high in flight.   Skaters in the Gallery The dull white canvas is filled with figures skating separated by space and frozen in time, each figure dark with its own secrets, not one touching another except by the ice flowing imperceptibly beneath them.     Back to Table of Contents
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