Tenth of No Wonder Poem by Nancy Scott
Tenth of No Wonder, month of plucked birds, caverns stuffed with stale bread, the hearts fed to cats who lick their lips. More hot chocolate, more bourbon, more to lose in fewer words of shivered shorter lines. Earlier dark and earlier still till after Dissemble when we will celebrate future perfect Spring.
Nancy Scott’s over 650 essays and poems have appeared in magazines, literary journals, anthologies, newspapers, and as audio commentaries. She has published three chapbooks, and won First Prize in the 2009 International Onkyo Braille Essay Contest. Recent work appears in Breath and Shadow, Braille Forum, Disabilities Studies Quarterly, Philadelphia Stories, and Wordgathering.
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