Issue 153

Winter & Spring 2018

Image from Territory

Poetry Katie Ford Poetry Katie Ford

Sonnet 31

Do you think I don’t know that when I say Lord
I might be singing into the silo where nothing is stored,
where it is written low lights were confused
by skyward light and flew its bodies

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Poetry Katie Ford Poetry Katie Ford

Sonnet 32

From this floor I think of songs to play
on the shiny lotto piano I won.
I string them out, finish them off, and
there, I’m done.

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