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Milestones & Obituaries
FJ Poetry: “The moment of detachment, petiole from stem, goes unnoticed...”
FJ Poetry: “For twenty years I’d see her on her bike...”
In the City of the Dead
FJ Poetry: “On the way to the airport, I left the pair of Keens you bought me...”
The Day After
"The morning after the storm / small clusters of maple leaves / scatter over the yard. It must / have…
Mary Jean Port
Black and White
"every morning I slip robes onto outstretched arms..."
"I smear my skin / with schisms of the songs I heard at night, / tales of a God who…
"God and I play a game. / She blows air into me. / I blow it back at her..."
Christine Hall Stinson
"Having not given birth to a child, / I have not held the echo of my husband’s smile..."
Sandra K. Olson
"Take these rocks you’ve carried from forever / The ones that make your shoulders ache and tense..."
“God is everywhere but He is losing.”—Margaret Atwood
Saint Paul Meets a Quaker Lady
FJ Poetry: ”In the fulness of personal time...”
FJ Poetry: “News came / of your death, and the summer sky / dissolved to black...”
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