The 2River View | 22.3 (Spring 2018) |
Jane Medved and the shiny fence of teeth, the restless tongue, where speech is born. They say the evil eye was given five unsteady oceans. I have been color everywhere. In the five books he left us back to speech, how even breathing has a sound there are all sorts of ways to get God’s attention. in borrowed light so diffuse she can only return it. could say, this is how language begins in the belly, I am thinking of the lungs and how one side where it feeds the trees. I am thinking of the trees, certain passage. Even the guards of tongue and teeth Jane Medved is the author of Deep Calls To Deep (New Rivers Press 2017) and the chapbook Olam, Shana, Nefesh (Finishing Line Press, 2014) Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Cortland Review, Mudlark, and The Tampa Review. Medved is the poetry editor of the on-line magazine The Ilanot Review and lives in Jerusalem.
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