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Category Archives: Poetry
Oblation
by Frances Hatfield From across the far meadowwhoo, who-whoomurmurs through the glass of sleepand the moonlight of this worldspills through the blind,pooling all around meon the cloud-white bed. Who sleepsthrough all my daylight hoursdreaming I am awake?Who wakes now, tremblingat … Continue reading
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Nude Descending a Staircase
by Frances Hatfield Imagine the scene where the body plunges through a plate of glass in very slow motion, the invisible wall shatters into a puzzle of light, the shriek of splintering shards winds down to reveal a choral ode … Continue reading
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Fortune
by Frances Hatfield I tried notto knowwhen I pulledthe Hanged Manout of the deck, but later,when you saidthe words thatsplayed me openlike a fish and laid me out—not unkindly—on the saltyblock, each fragile archof rib bereftof succouringdark, I knew thenI … Continue reading
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On My Way Home
The stream keeps flowing as the grass weaves back and forth Winding itself around the edges, Beckoning…. Petals falling to the ground, death has come and all things seem lost But what is this mystery that remains? Fire laps … Continue reading