The Aurora Review

Summer 2005

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Take Yourself With You by Jauneth Skinner

Shadow of My Hand by Allan Peterson I am full of beginnings – the best parts, since endings so often go awry. This is philosophy – the thrill of starts and where they go. For instance as much as I touch Frances, it is not enough. Like white mice pressing their pleasure centers, I am writing in the shadow of my hand and the dream I keep beginning has the fractals of snowflakes catching on everything, the whole thing slowing so we have time to tell nervous stories at night when the hot logs talk among themselves. Not once upon, but Monday, when sunlight through water on hydrilla is the Northern Lights airing its curtains and everything beginning hovers insufficiently above.

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