Writing
Mulberry and Mott
Mia Hansford
You ask me why I want to stop here but I didn’t say
because that truck is dropping a load of steel through
a graffitied plywood door and that’s the sound of a city
turning corners. Didn’t say because this bench s...
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Poem
Veil
Mia Hansford
Veil
In a little while I’ll let go of your hand but for
now I’ll rest it in the flashing blue-night dark,
in the lights cross the water and along the bridge’s
quiet: leather, radio, a nervous handler opening
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