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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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when the evening sun undoes its immortal aloofness i read sonnet after sonnet
about icarus and his mortal wings

made from wax and feathers and faded touches of the human spine
curved like a body of ocean

before myth stooped downwards to stick its small hands in water
only to fall palm first into wet

and unknoweable saliva of a sea god who remains unnamed minute after
minute even as i close these eyelids of the sun