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Beneath the plough after harvest. The bread she broke, and fed him. Then deeply they drank of all that is good.

A Treasure Of The Western Han Dynasty From fire and air one world is made, From eyes and ears another. A game of sticks and counters, Unearthed from the tombs, intrigues. No-one knows the rules. These things are lost over time.

Discovery is a matter of chance. So much of history is guessing In the guise of evidence. The wise go down the well. What they find is darkness With echoes of worlds falling.

Poetry|Nancy Brashear Champion Atop the green twister tunnel he pumps his arms like a warrior, shouts, and weaves magic, topples like he has been shot, head first his blue trainers flashing goodbye, his shrill voice echoing down, down, down. What if he simply vanished, that shiny tube gobbling him up? What if his forever-squeal forever squealed in that in-between place of here and there? He slips and slides—he must! he must!—unbeknownst to us who have to take his descent on faith because what else could he possibly be doing? Until at last he shoots out like a torpedo, from the monstrous smiling mouth still hungering to keep him dangling upside down, stubby fingers still clutching the toy soldier, muddy nose signaling a close to this scrimmage, his wingéd beastie cap falling onto stippled leaves. Playground victor! And you, O my courage, from where you linger watching said valiant champion and yet surrounded by your own memories of battles fought and won seek confirmation that you faced your fears no matter what and finding lapses, tag not one.

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LIJLA Vol.2, No.1 February 2014

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LIJLA Vol. 2 No. 1 Feb. 2014  

Short Fiction/Poetry/Visual Arts/Tanka by James Wall, Shanta Acharya, Billy O'Callaghan, Henry Stindt, George Szirtes, Kala Ramesh, Catheri...

LIJLA Vol. 2 No. 1 Feb. 2014  

Short Fiction/Poetry/Visual Arts/Tanka by James Wall, Shanta Acharya, Billy O'Callaghan, Henry Stindt, George Szirtes, Kala Ramesh, Catheri...

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