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Issue 6

Contest Winners

Robert Watson

A Father of Young Boys Loses His Father

Runner-Up Contestant,

Spilled from my hammock in the middle of the night,
While the others rock in their cocoons,
And the hull heaves and creaks,
I am given the watch. I will brace myself
In the bowsprit, above the mermaid figurehead;
Let the salt spray sting my eyes
As we plunge and rise
Through bruise-blue swells and foam.
I am to look straight ahead at the sea, and if I see nothing,