By Lindsey Bright
“It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year, a cigarette second guessed from car to brush. The woods’ parchment is given to cracking and asunder the first puff of wind … But tonight is buckets of stars as hard and dry as dimes.” — from Conor O’Callaghan’s “January Drought.”
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