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Irises

T. O. Brandon

Only he could see them clearly: the way / They curl their shadows close beneath their leaves, / Cupping clefts of glacial cold—how they grow / Out of the dead parts of themselves, new stalks...

Madonna and Child

T. O. Brandon

First Place — 2025 First Things Poetry Prize