made of lock, made of key, made of bone and long windows. made gently, piece on piece, paving stones selected, set— leading to the door or away again. premises sealed. made hollow, made arches holding up white ceilings, wide the length of time for sun to reach across each room. unnecessary moon erasing the warmth … Continue reading The Lonely Architect Walks His House at Night, by Aran Donovan
Aran Donovan is an MFA student in poetry and translation at the University of Arkansas. She likes it there. Her poetry has appeared in Phoebe, Southern Poetry Review and Rhino.
Cider Press Review, Volume 13 (2012)