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SHJ Issue 16
Spring 2017

Why her fingertip became the blade

by Sarah Bigham

She used her scissor-pointed nail / Because there was no knife
To trace the tributaries / And estuaries
The sand dunes / And the wide open green-blue sea 
The salt flats / And the toboggan tracks
For now the stars / Could read her face
And find / Their way back home


SHJ Issue 16
Spring 2017

Sarah Bigham

teaches, writes, and paints in Maryland where she lives with her kind chemist wife, their three independent cats, and an unwieldy herb garden. She is a Pushcart nominee whose poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have appeared in Bacopa, Entropy, Fourth & Sycamore, The Quotable, Rabbit, Touch, and other great places for readers and writers. Find her at

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury