Jeanette Clough

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The Old Penitentiary, Boise

A plain table big enough for a few chairs faces the plate glass execution room, light and airy with ample space to die. Below, not so close to heaven, Rows of stiff cells carry the pall. Did the rose garden,…

Persephone

The trees are making white
buds. Shrunken heads,
last year’s berries, hang
on leafing branches. I do not