The Eye


“Clenched Meat Fist” by Jury Judge

“Clenched Meat Fist” by Jury S. Judge

For Plath

traveling out the last horse
hooves clang their bone on
frozen ground the broken the angle
of its beautiful wet eyes

the way a word travels
dissolved when spoken
the place it lands
a comfort

a word with no root
no mingle of water or sky axes still
speaking when hands are gone
mice and clouds and the child

unafraid
of emptiness its intelligence    
they survive whether or not
we are the query hello hello?

About the author

Nancy White is the author of three poetry collections: Sun, Moon, Salt (winner of the Washington Prize), Detour, and Ask Again Later. Her poems have appeared in Beloit Poetry Review, FIELD, New England Review, Ploughshares, Rhino, and many others. She serves as editor-in-chief at The Word Works in Washington, D. C. and teaches at SUNY Adirondack in upstate NY.

about the artist

Jury S. Judge is an internationally published artist, writer, poet, and cartoonist. Her 'Astronomy Comedy' cartoons were published in Lowell Observatory's publication, 'The Lowell Observer.' She was interviewed on the television news program, 'NAZ Today' for her work as a cartoonist. Her artwork has been widely featured in over one hundred and thirty literary magazines, including the covers of, Blue Mesa Review, 3 Elements Review, Glass Mountain, and Levitate. She graduated Magna Cum Laude with a BFA from the University of Houston-Clear Lake in 2014. In addition to art and photography, her passions include hiking and traveling to exciting, new destinations. Visit her Instagram account @jurysjudge.

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