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New Views by Audrey Hackett

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New Views

Red willow
like licorice whips
at my window.

Dried hydrangeas
nodding and shaking
yes, no.

A yard of snow
satin-topped
and sloping.

Big focal-point maple
armed with
openness.

And beyond
pine and hemlock hills
and beyond.

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Audrey Hackett lives in the Berkshires of Western Massachusetts with her husband and dog. A returnee after 12 years in Ohio, she is reacquainting herself with the poetry of the northern woods. Her poems can be found online at ONE ART, Alba, Green Ink Poetry, and elsewhere.

Snow Parable by Audrey Hackett

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Snow Parable

The world grows
smaller the way company
narrows a room.

A crack of smoke rises,
a pavement
drawn in air.

Snow laid down
like linen
makes a light-filled bed.

We pass through
the needle, not rich

but lavishly poor.

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Audrey Hackett lives and walks in Yellow Springs, Ohio. Her poems have appeared in The Bitter Oleander, Alba, Right Hand Pointing, Green Ink Poetry, and ONE ART, and have been aired on NPR affiliate WYSO. She holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts and currently works as a communications consultant.

In Late Summer of the Northern Hemisphere, Preparing Cherry Tomatoes by Audrey Hackett

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In Late Summer of the Northern Hemisphere, Preparing Cherry Tomatoes

Little red planets
cool to touch.

Or Jupiter’s spot—
a sink of perfect storms.

Pop off stems.
The birth of
green stars.

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Audrey Hackett is a poet and editor living in Yellow Springs, Ohio. She received an Ohio Arts Council Individual Excellence Award for 2022 and is a graduate of Vermont College of Fine Arts. Recent poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Alba, ONE ART, Green Ink, Right Hand Pointing, and Twelve Mile Review.

Mourning Doves by Audrey Hackett

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Mourning Doves

Morning and evening
they coo for each other and us
from the white pine.

Their speech is kind
as a cool day
when the wind quietly touches.

The young, nearly adult, still drink
from each parent’s open throat.

Is it the milk that gives
them their mild lives and cries?

They do not fear the owl
or hawk. They do not
hear our sadness in their talk.

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Audrey Hackett lives in Yellow Springs, Ohio. Winner of a 2022 Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council, she holds an MFA in poetry from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Recent poems have appeared in Twelve Mile Review, Green Ink and ONE ART.

This Day in History by Audrey Hackett

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This Day in History

Almost steady
as rain, falling windless
and with purpose.

Tulip leaves cut
through soil
like artful thieves. Soon they’ll steal
our attention
with wild gestures of yellow and red.

Caution and danger. Sun at noon
and evening. I look up
“this day in history”
and find a litany of murders and harms.

The snow melts on contact.
Black asphalt holds
deep reflections.

Two million refugees are walking through winter.
There is nothing to do.
They are walking to different springs.

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Audrey Hackett lives in Yellow Springs, Ohio. A 2022 recipient of an Individual Excellence Award from the Ohio Arts Council, she holds an MFA in poetry from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her poems have appeared in Pleiades and The Bitter Oleander.