stone understudying stone
for so long now, it knows
the slightest gesture—breath—
has the perfect pitch and intonation
curled up like a fist in its hand.
By Jenn Blair
The Tea Cup Hills steam up, the mist swirling above endless green. I walk the quiet trails forever thinking of the bodies piling up in ...
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Jenn Blair is from Winterville, GA. She has published in The Tusculum Review, Copper Nickel, Newport Review, and Fairfield Review among others. She teachs at the University of Georgia.
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