Tag Archives: Kathryn Merwin

Postlapsarian Love Song (The Frozen Lands)

A Letter from Cherstin to Sven, September 1848, Kiruna Arcane ghosts left spires in the doorframes. You might have known it from their arms, sleeved in daisy-white. We broke apart the Arctic Circle, let the sun spill out, one last … Continue reading

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Wishing Well

Somewhere in south Indiana he’s wringing a towel over a dirty kitchen sink. Probably leaving some other girl in piles of nickels and dimes. I met him three days before he turned twenty-seven. A slogging autumn walk down Smith Street, … Continue reading

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Clocks

Back line mattress spine twisting like a bent metal frame I hear the whir & spit from the window. Sliding into evening into twilight into dusk. Maybe scattered showers maybe uniform ones all in a row. Sewn together like dribbling … Continue reading

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