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THREE POEMS by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick

ISADORE—THERE IS A DOOR SOMEWHERE   paused in the breath of a thousand horses where we wait for light to catch our arms, bodies into nets, golden sea flecked with ravens’   wings. Dear, I want to fly as quick as I can into a canyon, leap hard into your eyelids—how they never formed enough […]

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BOY IN A FIELD by Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick

Boy in a field understand The lame
Hearted go to him mouth filled
Broken He brings the horses
Of his grandfather His hands wheat
Heavy I have seen him Monster himself
With river-sickness and a girl His mother
Maybe as a girl It is hard to say

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