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Jordan Smith

Winter 1989

Witness

By Jordan Smith

Because he’d lost all knack or love for words, All patience with gossip and his usual crew, He drove out where he’d once bought half a cord Of maple for […]

Winter 1989

Calling

By Jordan Smith

I heard the shuttle’s run and then The heddles rattling as the harness fell, And on her warp the sun’s unspent Irrevocable light picked out The leaf-shape of our shadows, […]