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Mary Ann Samyn


Bright Waiting

Birds return early, hunger and cries in the maze of arborvitae: clamor you understand. Hands rush and settle. Rush. String your breath along: bead, bead. Your skin shimmers like dusk, like wings and run off. All night you clock the sky, the blue. Al [...]

Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

What a dinghy I am! Oarless and nearly wishing waterfall for a reason to be careless come what may. I cannot worry anymore or say my prayers. A leaf falls yellow into my lap. Tulip tree, it is an odd corsage. I am hardly anyone's most likely unless i [...]