Holly Woodward
Your shadowy kiss
made the clock face crack;
thoughts burn with a hiss
and never come back.
The moon’s bony hand
brushed over the bed,
left whispers of sand
in back of my head.
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Holly Woodward is an artist and writer whose works have won over a hundred honors. She spent a year as a doctoral fellow at Moscow University; she also studied for two semesters at Saint Petersburg U. She served as writer in residence at Saint Albans, Washington National Cathedral. Holly was a fiction fellow at CUNY’s Writers Institute for the last four years.