Lucidity

The only guaranteed moment
is when everything dies.
It comes sooner than spring
and lasts a thousand years.
I know how the leaves feel --
crunching under my feet --
not strong enough to stay
any longer.
You stopped loving me
in October.

By Heather M. Schmitz
Originally published in Shelterbelt Volume XII 1999/2000

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Lisa Evans
Originally published in Shelterbelt
Volume XI 1998/1999

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Excerpt from "Twisted Fate"

Collin’s bitter past followed him as he leaned into the raw wind.

“I’m getting out of here. I’m never coming back. No one will ever hear of Collin Blunt ever again. From now on, I’ll be Collin Stevens, a southern man from Alabama looking to explore the country. Ya… that’ll work”

-Andrew Ode

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