MaryAnn Franta Moenck has raised dust all over the American west, on the Greek Isles, and around the Great Lakes. Most recently, MaryAnn took a swim at the beach just outside the monastic grounds at Sagatagan Lake. Clouds gathered above, along with some large, dark birds. Before long, she was swimming beneath a circling kettle of twenty seven turkey vultures. As of this writing, she is still alive. Her recent or forthcoming poems can be found in Cimarron Review, Natural Bridge, and forthcoming in Water~Stone Review.
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