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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Joanna Cleary's work has previously appeared or is forthcoming in Cicada Magazine, The Temz Review, and Subterranean Blue Poetry. She is also currently a Poetry Editor for Inklette Magazine.

Joanna Cleary

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Long Poem i don't read the long poem but instead ponder the long feathers strung
 from flesh of snowbirds who roam in dreams asking for the time before
 snow was a need or a want
2.i stretch and then secret myself like a wounded epiphany.
3.the parting of my hair reaches before falling towards skin of another who
 spreads out thinly on ice to gaze at the sunlit reflections below snows again with the bright cold of my eyes the wound icarus so
 helplessly loved.
5.could our sun's light be longer than the sun itself i wonder as i reach into  my body and fail to bring forth its undone sweetness