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Deanne Lundin

Spring 2008

What It Cost

By Deanne Lundin

In the village of Bush Negroes Surinam. 1701. About that place I would tell you green whittled each of us into blades skeletal nerve-husked lethal as rust and we rose […]

Winter 1998

Poppies

By Deanne Lundin

hum in electric reds: light hearted means we see that way    through        music distant and too close to hear        without poppies listen as the day shuts down    and all things […]

Winter 1998

Chicory Seeds

By Deanne Lundin

1809, a cool dawn. Jefferson looks out on the blue-eyed fields. Rice-paper light. The letter flares with its secret. He thinks of Culpeper: for “sore eyes that are inflamed” because […]