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Joanna M. Weston. Married; has one cat, multiple spiders, raccoons, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, 'Frame and The McGuire', published by Tradewind Books 2015; and poetry, 'A Bedroom of Searchlights', published by Inanna Publications, 2016. Other books listed at her blog:

Joanna M. Weston

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The Last Quarter

the moon followed me home
one cloud-brindled night

laid shadows diffused
by singing planets

borrowed wings of an owl
and hastened the road

to my homing place
with keys from a maple

that I might open the door
to spectral whispers

then touch my fingers
against your eyelashes

pull tears in a rush
as you said the final words

while the moon turned full
with a long-horned kiss