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Book Review for Dead Letter Office:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume III Issue X





“Unsent letter # 13

Dear ,

I want to lie with you on a narrow bed

in a simple room; a plain white sheet,

blank walls. There’s one window; outside

a field, then woods. Your arms wrapped

lightly around me. Your blouse, sweater

and green skirt with the frayed hem hang

over the back of a rocking chair; bra and

panties on the floor at the foot of the bed.

There’s a bell, a quiet chime; it’s Sunday

morning. The slant of rain is illuminated

by the moon. We’re unafraid, marooned

as long as we choose; lost on this blue

quilted sea between dreams and sleep.


Love,”




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