Equestrians live in past pastures where Centaur rules, where ponies and people re-merge where rhythm holds them neck to neck where whinny translates to joy. Canter, trot, what thought must they give to leaping into the sky as constellations, both rider and steed. How can we know the silence between them, of the hours of longing for saddle and crop. There is no beauty like their beauty: ancient and blue.
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Jeanetta Calhoun Mish is a scholar, poet, and prose writer. Her most recent books areWhat I Learned at the War, a poetry collection (West End Press, 2016) and Oklahomeland: Essays (Lamar University Press, 2015). Dr. Mish is Director of The Red Earth Creative Writing MFA at Oklahoma City University where she also serves as advisor to Red Earth Review and as a faculty mentor in writing pedagogy, professional writing, and the craft of poetry.
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