POEM Elizabeth Morton

NWR Issue 117

Tropes

There is a black horse that rides through all my poems,
zagging past the radio towers and the honked dreams that geese make.
On the counter my mother is fist-deep in white meat and soapy water
and she might see the horse come through, or not...


Elizabeth Morton is a writer from New Zealand. She is published in Poetry NZ, Narrative Magazine, Landfall, Literary Orphans, PRISM International, Crannog, Cordite, Island Magazine, and The Moth, amongst others. She is included in Best Small Fictions 2016. Her first poetry collection was published with Mākaro Press (2017). She likes to write about broken things and things with teeth.

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