Singular Prism by Kathleen Roxby

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Refractions

THE INDIAN'S LAMENT

Oh! How great be his sorrow with lakes and rivers poisoned by man, with mountains and plains denuded of trees...

Glass Rain

FOR JESSIE

Chilling, wailful, screaming railroad distress call---

Through the Looking Glass

THE GESTURE

I was awakened perhaps by animal sounds outside our cabin...the moon slipped behind a cloud. She awoke in the dark...

Shadows

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Another Spectrum

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

Readers who write in response to one of the prompts listed each month in “Splintered Glass”, may see their work presented here. Will your writing appear here?

Refractions

CHRISTMAS NEAR

Through a night dark utterly, intensely black that light will shine.

THE INDIAN'S LAMENT

FOR JESSIE

THE GESTURE

AUTHOR NOTES

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES

CHRISTMAS NEAR

Thank You

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