Inscrutable assailant undercuts augury. Blindsight: your eyes turn toward music as the last readable. This frail hand I hold opens in generosity - when not occupied, probes for the void - could wave in the night goodbye and no one see. The blindness of distance severs surety. Are you close as the phone or far as a comet at perihelion? #
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AuthorMary Newell, Ph. D. lives in the lower Hudson Valley, where she cohabitates empathically with the bordering wildlife. She has taught literature and writing at the college level, most recently at West Point, and also taught writing in adult school venues. Her poems have been published in Earth’s Daughters, Chronogram, Written River, About Place, First Literary Review East, Jivin’ Ladybug, Kind of a Hurricane Press’s Best of 2014 Anthology and their The Four Seasons Anthology (2015). She has also published essays and reviews. Mary is the First Place winner in the Poetry category of the Peter K. Hixson Memorial Award (2016). She received a doctorate from Fordham University in American Literature and the Environment following MAs from Columbia University and Teachers College and a BA from UC Berkeley. See https://independent.academia.edu/NewellMary. Archives
August 2017
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