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Angles Snake smooths herself in sun that lies on her scales like a sheen of honey. She has no memory of thawing out of the egg and oozing into this world no memory of her urge to push against the shell and crack it no memory of pulling away from its sticky fluid. But that first visit to the tangle of shade and light— the dingy dim undersides of waxy leaves the beams of the orb on her curious lifted head the petal flight of moths just within reach— she has known nothing as soothing as satisfying as this world of dark glistening angles.

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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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