Tag Archives: Lynn Wankowski

Through My Window

Blue swells press day from the horizon. A clenched pause foretells loss then lightning shatters the sky in a thousand white-edged pieces. Thunder fires impermanence through wood and steel through bones and foundations. Carnival mirrors pool under torrents— blurring dimensions—swallowing … Continue reading

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Route Through Hiawatha National Forest

A statue along the road carved from wood or stone— fans archangel wings. Bald eagle, phantom seen through a driver’s side window, its granite presence could grace a cathedral portal, aerie sentinel among gargoyles and martyrs. Head feathers blazing white, … Continue reading

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