Here Heaven’s Hung
by Maura H. Harrison
Here heaven’s hung its sign, looking for soles
To come within and care for hungry souls.
In Flight, Wings
by Maura H. Harrison
In flight, wings find and form a trinity,
A moving heart below divinity.
Oyster and Snail
by Maura H. Harrison
Oyster and snail, small stories washed ashore,
Are weathered travelers writing ocean lore.
About the Photographer/Poet
Maura H. Harrison is a writer and artist from Fredericksburg, VA, and is an MFA candidate at the University of St. Thomas, Houston. Her works have previously appeared in Heart of Flesh’s issues 9 and 10, as well as Dappled Things, Ekstasis Magazine, Clayjar Review, Amethyst Review, and others.
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