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Wayne Russell
Time is a thief, such as the magpie, we wink & open our eyes, life’s little blip upon a radar, then gone. The magpie will rob another bird blind, like the grim reaper, they will devour their young hatchlings and eggs and anything that they can get their selfish beaks on. The thieving magpies will…
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Mark Strohschein
At Big Beaver Pond, an Eagle’s View Perched atop a Douglas fir an eagle cried— the sound resting upon each lily pad face, one million strong at Big Beaver Pond. He saw how sunlight painted the tree line gold, how the trunks & shade below became the dark hush dissolving into mystery. At this time…
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James Croal Jackson
This matches the atmosphere of pre-pandemic Ineffable Cà Phê– seated at a mahogany table stealing vibes from strangers. Ahead: a Jennifer Lawrence doppelgänger wearing monotone, who types quietly in a portrait mode of cedar wall & soft lights, spooning phở; next table over, prospective homebuyers: a Kyle Wolff in a psychedelic Dixie Cup shirt alongside…
