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Cynthia Anderson Jackalopes The way they leap, they must be immortal— crisscrossing the landscape from creosote to catclaw, long legs and ears and lofty horns, flashing their black tails like exclamations or Morse code—they tease the corners of your eyes, then vanish quicker than you can say lightning or there’s no such thing— On moonless nights, if you lure them with Jack Daniels, they’ll echo your songs around the campfire, tenor voices raised— warrior rabbits gentled but untamed, crouched just outside your circle of light.

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Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019  

The Mojave River Review spring/summer 2019 issue spotlights superb poetry and prose by brilliant contributors from around the globe. Enjoy 2...

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