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My body is a temple as evening shadows overtake it. This morning my porch was lit with waves of sun creeping from beneath rocks and roots spilling from eaves. When afternoon was high all was a sheet of saffron tumbling off roof blazing over tumbleweed and mesa. Now the indigo shade lengthens in corners smudging them out of existence and deepening the altar to bronze. My faรงade slowly cracks under the weight of an ivy ocean. The light enters in smaller and smaller pieces but O how the copper tiles patina into a reef of blooms in my temple as evening shadows overtake it.

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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...