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"The Reversed Sibling" by Connor Fisher

  • Nov 23, 2025
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Updated: Dec 27, 2025



My sister strays in the reeds beneath the clay mound. I saw her inverted image in my photograph. I can transpose my sister’s name into the hawk’s red shoulder, into the little bowl of its open socket. The hawk’s eye nestles between the image of my fingers. The hawk grows old in a nest of fibers. My sister builds a machine to explain herself to herself. 





Connor Fisher is the author of A Renaissance with Eyelids (Schism Press, 2024), The Isotope of I (Schism Press, 2021) and three poetry and hybrid chapbooks including The Unholy Moon (salò press, 2024). His writing has appeared in journals including Denver Quarterly, Random Sample Review, Tammy, the Colorado Review, and Clade Song. He currently lives and teaches in northern Mississippi.

 
 

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