Thursday, June 10, 2010

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Girl singing to the trees outside,
and the perched, blooming birds
writing the branches...

By Magdalawit Makonnen
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1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Magdalawit Makonnen received her English BA from UCLA and is a current MFA student of Antioch University Los Angeles' Creative Writing program. Her poems have appeared in Zaum, Volt, Westwind, Barnwood, and The Talon magazines. She currently resides in Los Angeles.

June 10, 2010 at 9:26 AM

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