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Jim Barnes

Winter 1991

After the Great Plains

By Jim Barnes

Nothing remains the same in this long land. Bird, fox, gully, grass, all are historyas soon as the moon rises or the wind climbs, tales told by shadows leaning toward […]

Winter 1991

Night Flight

By Jim Barnes

The stillness of the coming night laid duskabout the house, the yard, and the meadowbeyond. I felt something pushing the airup from the river a mile away. The glowin the […]