Big Stone Lake /// by Denise Jarrott

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bare feet in the snow wandered
off into a field he believed the field
was heaven then he thought
the snow was remnants of bodies
of light. that heaven could be accidental,
a wandering into a hallway, half in sleep
half awake, and beholding a lamp’s
light traveling through the glaze
of a window, a mirror
in which he sees another face but
it is his own face.

[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ align_horizontal=”align_center” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ mobile_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ width=”1/1″][vc_empty_space][vc_separator sep_color=”color-184322″ el_width=”30%”][vc_empty_space][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column column_width_percent=”100″ align_horizontal=”align_right” overlay_alpha=”50″ gutter_size=”3″ medium_width=”0″ mobile_width=”0″ shift_x=”0″ shift_y=”0″ z_index=”0″ width=”1/3″][vc_single_image media=”58060″ media_width_percent=”100″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][vc_column_text]Denise Jarrott is the author of NYMPH (vegetarian alcoholic press). She grew up in Iowa and currently lives in Brooklyn.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/3″][/vc_column][/vc_row]