That with stoats pulled such tunes in a green well and made loose an axe, walled snow, exile, sea. And danced and held arms out with our black joy and cracked stones, with boots where the birds all fell. Chris Emery is a director at Salt Publishing, and has published three collections of poetry: Dr. […]
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