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JENNIE MALBOEUF

Landscape Where I Forget My Father The four corners of my eyeline are rich with distraction. An aquarium, a library, a fun park, a creek. In this scene, a shrike crosses the sky, spears a frog on some barb for later. He looks like a songbird but is known as a butcher. In the map-center, is a half-acre with dead dogwoods, a blue spruce, a fence built flush with another fence. The dogwood trees are so dried out that they fall

from just a push.

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48.1 - Winter 2019  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Winter 2019 issue.

48.1 - Winter 2019  

Fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and art selected for phoebe's Winter 2019 issue.

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