#jd mcclatchy

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“a deep winter yawn

                         the wind caught napping”

— Fog Tropes, by J.D. McClatchy

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“A woman with planets in her hair, the gravity

Of perfection in her features—oh! her hair

The lengthening shadow of the galaxy’s sweep”

— A Winter Without Snow, by J.D. McClatchy

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“And how in turn will I deal with the pain

Not of separation from but of attachment to”

— from Plundered Hearts, by J.D. McClatchy

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“every feature, under a merciful eye,

concentrated on “Did you ever love me?”

—so there you are, without an answer.”

— The Lesson in Prepositions, by J.D. McClatchy

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“I stayed behind, inside,

Under the mixed blessing of not being missed.”

— My Early Hearts, by J.D. McClatchy

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“Or maybe love is just the ability

To overlook what is bound to hurt.”

— Trees, Walking, by J.D. McClatchy

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“You remember how she disappeared in winter,

Obscured by snow that fell blindly on the heart,

On the house, on a world of possibilities”

— A Winter Without Snow, by J.D. McClatchy