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THE INDIAN'S LAMENT

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

Chilling, wailful, screaming railroad distress call---
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THE GESTURE

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

Learn the circumstances and inspirations for and published credits for this month's featured writing.
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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?
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CHRISTMAS NEAR

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