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First a speckled white and brown foalwas born out the side of the snowmeltwith an old autumn knife tucked into its coat Next Samantha had a dreamin which a person not exactly me inhabitedmy body and wrapped the newborn lamb in a blanket And though the foal grew as the last of the packedsnow-blanket receded...
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Peter Kirn

Peter Kirn is a farmer by trade. He currently lives and works in Massachusetts. His first collection of poems is available from Get Fresh Books.

Danny Neece

Danny Neece is an illustrator living and working in Oakland, CA. Most of Danny’s inspiration is a manifestation of observation, listening, and breathing. If he was asked to explain where his inspiration comes from, his response would be “The Ocean”. Danny does like to paint the ocean, and the many creatures that occupy it. He really is just trying to be in tune as much as possible to nature. The modern world can move too fast for him. You can also find Danny teaching drawing and painting courses at the Berkeley Art Studio. Learn more at www.dannyneece.com and on Instagram @dannyjackneece.

First Featured In: No. 15, spring 2020

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