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The Mountain

Joshua Gage

Poetry
Historical



There is stone. Where
there is no stone, water
runs. Where there is neither
stone nor water, trees
are written, punctuated
with birds and shadows. I remain
a stranger here. My hands
press to bark, finger
leaves as I learn to read.



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Copyright 2008, Joshua Gage. All rights reserved.

Joshua Gage is an ornery curmudgeon from Cleveland, OH. His chapbook, Deep Cleveland Lenten Blues, is available from Deep Cleveland Press, and his first full-length collection, breaths, is available from VanZeno Press. He is a graduate of the Low Residency MFA Program in Creative Writing at Naropa University. He has a penchant for Pendleton shirts, rye whiskey and any poem strong enough to yank the breath out of his lungs. He stomps around Cleveland in a purple bathrobe where he hosts the monthly Deep Cleveland Poetry hour and enjoys the beer at Brew Kettle.

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