FJ Poetry: I see you there in the new snow / Barefoot, afire with the Lord,
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Jane Yolen lives in Hatfield, Mass.Posted in: Poetry, Racially Diverse Society of Friends (January 2019)
FJ Poetry: It was a nocturnal birth / Without darkness.
FJ Poetry: Day’s end, most chores done, some chores not.
FJ Poetry: “Mean cheese bread / snuggly sandwiched into bags”
FJ Poetry: “If I had grown in some generous place—”
Noda—Grace Kyoko Noda, 98, on March 14, 2018, at her home in Davis, Calif., peacefully. Grace was born on January […]
FJ Poetry: “It was easy to judge those Jane Austen ladies / languishing all afternoon over embroidery”
FJ Poetry: “The problem with theology / Is that I do not know”
FJ Poetry: Sometimes the wind comes from the bay / and it carries me to the Thames. But rarely. / […]
FJ Poetry: Oh God, I tend to grasp…