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Jonel Abellanosa The Epiphany Why do I feel the divine? I’ve been turning hunches like stones, seeing manifest what I imagine. I believe in the unseen, tuning my ear to the inaudible. After my dalmatian died, I drowned in spirits, too drunk to write. Voices louder. A year later, after I dried, a shade stayed. Now I see and hear, the shade still. My shih poo has been behaving like my beloved dal. I’ve been feeding the stray with his face, homeless dog who one afternoon suddenly appeared.

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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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