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my heart pounds, gut clenched like a fist - I look straight up the far left side of the tall canvas wall like a world trade tower, like a redwood tree and my spirit grasps the edges of flat black emerging from the upper left drawing it over me, a blanket of darkness, this is how hope enters a field of fear and violence - the raw red wound reaching down through glossy blackness - the colours blood can be, this open field killing ground, the things blood can become. M.J. Arcangelini M.J. Arcangelini was born 1952 in western Pennsylvania. He has resided in northern California since 1979. He began writing poetry at age 11, stories in his teens and memoirs in his late 40′s. His work has been published in a lot of little magazines, small newspapers and 9 anthologies. He is the author of two poetry collections: “With Fingers at the Tips of My Words” 2002 and “Room Enough” 2016. Arcangelini maintains an occasional blog of poetry and prose at https://joearky.wordpress.com/
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