The 2River View | 22.1 (Fall 2017) |
Ceridwen Hall Autopilot Awaiting snow, the earth is almost colorless. or tool. The highway pretends it will never end motionless or turn slowly. Resisting what? Air the edges of a pond, but not its center. The brain, the road, for its next anticipated creek or hillside. Outdoors A Witness tries to explain suffering to me—or something Ceridwen Hall is pursuing a PhD in creative writing at the University of Utah and reads poetry for Quarterly West. Her work appears or is forthcoming in Grist, Hotel Amerika, The Moth, Rattle, Tar River Poetry, and elsewhere.
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