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James Owens

Driftwood

 

What else except to stand beside water

and see shadows flow over the flood-borne,

bone-stripped detritus of the world?

 

Thought is like this:

scattered, permeable to the dark.

 

 

James Owens divides his time between central Indiana and northern Ontario. Two books of his poems have been published, and his poems, reviews, translations, and photographs have appeared widely in literary journals, including recent or upcoming publications in The Cortland Review, Poetry Ireland, The Cresset, and The Chaffey Review. He walks in the dunes along the southern shore of Lake Michigan and watches the waves and the gulls.

 

 

 

 

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