Volume 2 : Issue 1 Poetry
Lynn Pattison In the distance, the Irvin's horn
Donald Wayne Little
Gregory Loselle
Farida Samekhanova
Linda Leedy Schneider
Laurence W. Thomas
Robert Haight
Miriam Pederson
Lynn Tremblay
Destiny Dorozan | In the distance, the Irvin's horn with ore or cement, stone or grain, the Boardman, the Mina— and he can feel the terrain's Can't see much ahead he wants. He loved the freighters that lumbered and scraped of water a boat's bow could push she was lost. The Tregurtha, He was there when they retired had broken her back and foundered he'd walk to watch the Mackinaw churn to shovel canyons deep as locks, tunnels each stage of work as they dug for the "thousand-footers," He'd seen the river's every mood barely racing squalls to shore Nine decades of mournful calls or down. Like the freighter that turns he looks head-on into the storm's sweep,
Lynn Pattison divides her time between her home in southwest Michigan and her place on the Pigeon River in the North. Her favorite part of the Michigan/Canadian border is the North Channel. Her work has appeared in The Notre Dame Review, Harpur Palate, and Pinyon Poetry.
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