Northern New England Review Volume 42 | 2022
Northern New England Review is published as a creative voice for the Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine region. NNER publishes writers and artists who live in, are from, or have connections to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine. If you live here, were once from here, lost or found your heart here, or are currently searching for it among the green hills, sparkling ponds, and rocky coasts, NNER has the poems, short fiction, and creative nonfiction you want to read. Northern New England Review is edited and designed by students and faculty at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire. Questions can be sent to Margot Douaihy, editor, at douaihym@franklinpierce.edu.
Northern New England Review is published as a creative voice for the Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine region. NNER publishes writers and artists who live in, are from, or have connections to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine. If you live here, were once from here, lost or found your heart here, or are currently searching for it among the green hills, sparkling ponds, and rocky coasts, NNER has the poems, short fiction, and creative nonfiction you want to read.
Northern New England Review is edited and designed by students and faculty at Franklin Pierce University in Rindge, New Hampshire. Questions can be sent to Margot Douaihy, editor, at douaihym@franklinpierce.edu.
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Tonya C. Hegamin
GILDED SOOT
You disappeared.
Your body set itself on fire
without permission.
You watched from the ethers,
sipping comet juice.
What else is there to do when the mind has no use?
You disappeared.
Slipped between the bed and baseboard,
steeped in your own funk.
Your body continued its languished mutiny
though the vote had no legitimate quorum.
You disappeared.
The ropes you used to tie yourself down
shimmer, frayed by moonlight.
The glow of your coaled body stayed,
screamed bright.
But you disappeared.
The body became your imposter.
What was the difference?
The cards you dealt
always held the same fate…
hawk kicked from her kettle,
murderous crows.
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