AMERICAN EMIGRE The fence that wrapped our field has collapsed from bolting horses & the steady weight of winter. Barbs no longer snag our jeans or bloody our hands when we flee the burning that is...
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Two Poems by John Sibley Williams ANOTHER STORY THAT ENDS IN CATHEDRAL We stopped being birds for days after they fell. An unimaginable sight: skies emptied of planes and dreams, of our...
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