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Meg Tyler

Poetry

Winter 1999

Emissary

By Meg Tyler

for Uriel When you ask me why Raffaello died what can I tell you but he consigned himself to flying. There was nothing in the sky that week to warn […]

Poetry

Winter 1999

Impiety

By Meg Tyler

After many quiet days, he decided—as simply as turning down the covers for the night—to let gothis body forever, so she would know what that felt like, too:an awakening, the […]