Praise for Jack Marshall: " Marshall] understands that all worlds, the material and the spiritual, are one, and that the neighborhoods and cities that no longer exist can be conjured by memory and reanimated by art."--San Francisco Chronicle From "Spiral Trace" Only on the way Born...
down does the sun
make my day,
as in a grove of trees, a stroll
will smell of pharmacy
eucalyptus, sage, menthol.
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