The moon winters
inside the witch’s nail
burning light
bitten anger
The moon half slips
the button hole sky
hard disc of light
frozen
tenderness
Full moon
always a surprise
the still beauty
of a falling night
Frozen sky
time in all its
formulations
etched
and all the
empty spaces
gathered
to our understanding
The moon is the constant
watcher.
The moon
the guardian
light.
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A Pushcart Prize and Best Small Fictions nominee, J.A. Pak is the author of Chaos Back to Me. Her writing has been published in Firmament, BHP, Litro, Lunch Ticket, Joyland, etc. More of her work can be seen at Triple Eight Palace of Dreams & Happiness.
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