FE Author: Nick DePascal

Walking along the river’s edge, The water level low this year The receded river reveals . A lifetime’s worth of accumulated Garbage. A bicycle straddles A burned out, gutted blue . Sofa, spilling its soggy innards To a sun close …

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Three sisters Sit in judgment- Darkly, mutely on the mesa, Apportioned their appointed part In the cosmic monotony. . A man is shot dead On ancestral lands (now “Ran” by the national park service) praying to The four directions, hand …

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