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Corrine De Winter has been a freelance writer for about 19 years. Her work has been published in over 600 journals, books and magazines including New York Quarterly, The Writer, Space & Time, Tales of the Unanticipated, The Other Side, Yankee, Prisoners of the Night Poet's Market 92-99, and others. Her work has been nominated twice for The Pushcart Prize and most recently for The Rhysling Award.

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The Stranger

by Corrine De Winter

It was deep summer
When the stranger came.
The bells from Saint Andrews
Were still that day.

Later he said:
'She didn't feel the razor.
It was clean.
I smoked a cigarette
While she bled,
Her white dress
Swallowed up in red
like the spreading
of the red sea.'