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Eye Contact with the Dead Don’t make eye contact smelled its sweet air in the morning, Now, it’s time to look away. as they can, watching until The World after the Fall Eve stood there Whatever sunshine and when They had words What could Sorry? Next time, I didn’t understand? She just shook her head John Guzlowski has work in Exquisite Corpse, Ontario Review, and Writer’s Almanac. Lightning and Ashes is a collection of poems about his parents’ experiences in Nazi concentration camps. His novel The Germans is forthcoming from Cervena Barva Press. contact
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