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Fishers of Men

He said to throw our nets and rodsthe other side of the boat—a little guy, only yay highwalking on the surf like he could float. He looked like his feet were the wateror something beneath held him up—like he was a son of the plastera flicking paint piece from the stars. So somebody let him walk on waterthat God first ...

Patience

Patience is the progress around the flower dial, the sun’s wand-tap on every head to wake each fairy child. Patience is a pacing in outdoor starless rooms, a preening of the cold black grass, the hour nothing blooms.   by Monika Cooper Original bio from the May/June 2006 edition: Monika Cooper is a ...