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Wally sWist
Union
It’s somehow apt.
The coldest night of the year, the blood wolf full moon
glazing the snow crust. Somehow in keeping that our relationship
hangs in the balance, always the light streaming between us, in waves.
Somehow apt that
you tell me over the phone not to go dark—
the snow crust, attended by moonlight, zero at the bone.
Attended or alone
Without a tighter Breathing And Zero at the Bone.
—Emily Dickinson (#1096)
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Swist’s books include Huang Po and the Dimensions of Love (Southern Illi- nois University Press, 2012), Candling the Eggs (Shanti Arts, 2017), The Map of Eternity (Shanti Arts, 2018), Singing for Nothing: Selected Nonfiction as Literary Memoir (The Operating System, 2018), On Beauty: Essays, Reviews, Fiction, and Plays (Adelaide Books. 2018), and A Bird Who Seems to Know Me: Poems Regarding Birds & Nature (Ex Ophidia Press, 2019). Forthcom- ing books include Evanescence: Selected and New Poems (2019) and The Bees of the Invisible (2020), both from Shanti Arts. His poetry has previously appeared in The Woven Tale Press.
