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| Reviewed by Kate Burnside |
4/23/2005 |
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| "Sand plays a losing game with life. / I live its confusion / searching cross-hatched / memories of some map. / My progress erases each day." Wonderful layering here and fabulous word/image play with the sands of time. I love the tightness and lucidity here: that final image is stark. Very well done. Welcome to The Den :) TY Kate |
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