Willawaw Journal Winter 2019 Issue 8

Kristin LaFollette

Physics Lesson At 20 years old, I lived in someone’s upstairs bedroom, a blanket pinned over the window to block…

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Susan Landgraf

He Explains Why He Sleeps on a Lawn Chair in His Front Yard Walls are not two-by-fours but faces speaking…

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Gary Lark

Dan Disheveled, soiled, stinking he paces 2nd street around the closed foundry, counts the splotches, avoids the curb for 26…

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Edward Lee

In Dreams I wake from a forgotten dream with the taste of salt heavy in my saliva, and the smell…

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Sherri Levine

Sunday Mornings My mother would drag the rugs out of our red brick house, one-by-one down the steps, in front…

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Aurora M. Lewis

Here for the Long Ride I am depression, blossomed from a seed feeding off your need, spending the nights turning…

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A. Martine

I Took A Stroll While Coming Down And got lost wandering in the photography section of the museum Scenes from…

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Joy McDowell

Objects I have yet to break all my hand-thrown bowls and pitchers. They are clay heavy, too much for aging…

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Lisa Ni Bhraonain

#1/3 "Snake"--5" x 6" collage, oil pastels, and Conté crayon  on cardboard See the Back Page of this issue for…

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Lisa Ni Bhraonain

Langsyne The decision is made that I reread and resign my own intake papers, carried out in such a way…

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