Tag: Kathleen Hellen
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“cold moon” by Kathleen Hellen
cold moon Crossing the meridian, the moon so far away you think about the mother in a snowblind wilderness who signs away her child to bankers, though the birds hang around, the last bud lingers on the rosebush like the memory of a sled, stuck in a catastrophic snowglobe. I waited for the snow [insert […]
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