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Translating Twilight, January

The feathered hour. The Muse of bruises presses the snarled, tender genealogies. Light slurs from golden to the blue afterlight of ash. Take down the familiar letters again, dismantling the small anniversaries of shadows

the way one shakes a watch that has stopped working. The old cat curls asleep on an open book about the secret life of elephants. from 40 Below: Alberta's Winter Anthology, edited by Jason Lee Norman, 2017





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