Davis, Jim

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ON RITSOS'S DIARY OF EXILE, BOOK ONE JIM DAVIS Wind strikes or winds around boulders, assumes new shapes & the guard smokes for warmth & paces lengths of razor wire. Boots were once warm like feet & laced up within. Pockets emptied of buttons. Faceless decks of cards. Flock of geese alight in a field when the guard strikes a match, begs the moon to take off her shoes & sleep in a lampless window. I want to give objects unforgivable alter egos. Sky stitched to refugee stars in war- torn dreamscapes. The craven goatherd leans his cane against an almond tree, dreaming two black ravens shared an egg.   1Davis: On Ritsos' Diary of Exile, Book OnePublished by The Open Repository @ Binghamton (The ORB), 2017

On Ritsos\u27 Diary of Exile, Book One

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On Ritsos\u27 Diary of Exile, Book One

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