A poem by Kerrin McCadden (poetry, ’14) appears in Horsethief:


I walk around saying husband,

though I have none. Some years,

I grow perennial husbands, and some

wild husbands, in clumps along the creek.


I live in husband territory, in the migratory

path of husbands. I think I heard an H of husbands

flying north, overhead. My god,

look at the size of that husband at the feeder.

. . . continue reading here.

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