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The Bones of Saints Under Glass

There are ghosts in the orchard picking fruit and telling stories of crisp fall days when you could bite the air like an apple.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Ok. Seriously.

No more drinking and blogging.


Yeeesh...
Posted by Jeff Fleming at 6:57 PM

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The Bones of Saints Under Glass

The Bones of Saints Under Glass
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Jeff Fleming
I am a poet and the editor of nibble, a poetry magazine. A chapbook of my poems, The Bones of Saints Under Glass, was recently published by Propaganda Press. You can email me here: nibblepoems@gmail.com
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