T. Edward Hardy


T. Edward Hardy

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Mid-move the mover paused 

                 to eulogize debris: 

Nose of stone 

       Is this just us 

           The powder that you sneeze? 

There is no floor there is no door 

For a nose to angle through 

Words on the manifest scamper 

To the stair and lock their legs 

Employing shields of loveless justice 

No back swaggers right on ahead in pain 

Let us park our knees and trees calmly 

And freeload at the foothills of the species 

T. Edward Hardy

T. Edward Hardy was born in Ireland in 1963. He moved to New York and recently to Canada. In Ireland he published poems in The Honest Ulsterman and New Irish Writing; in Canada in The Elephant Mountain Review.