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"This is the night Andromeda crawled/down from your ceilings flatland/of shining crickets,//a night to check the leaves/and bring the scarecrows to bed //This is the night cicadas landed on Earth/and set out toward the half-fires//and rain mountains that the people left behind." We favor writers
who speak the language of storms, the smell of fire after the smoke
is gone, styles that are idiosyncratic and grounded, while at the
same time suggesting realities far beyond themselves, whether those
realities be political, cultural, or of some undefined nature. We
want to spread the voice scrawled on the walls of an overpass during
a cold Rocky Mountain night, the way Bill Featherman did on the night
of his death in 1993. |
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