A poem by alum Peg Alford Pursell (fiction, ’96) appears at The Cortland Review:

She’s been making some difficult paintings using yellow the shade of an aged
claret. A granted favor, these interludes of solitude, the brush in the hand with its
compass, the color like a chalice of bees. Her life after childhood stands as in a
closet or lies under the bed, unknown revelation, ambition. Someday she will look

 

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