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Respite

By Karen Luke Jackson on May 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: A woman walks a field of chores / toward a gate too narrow

Karen Luke Jackson lives in Hendersonville, N.C.


Posted in: Poetry, What Are Quaker Values Anyway?
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Spilling Claret

By Kendrick E. Williams on May 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: The perfect vintage had aged thirty‐three years / and was poured into the cup of the world. 🔒

Kendrick E. Williams lives in Glendora, Calif.


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A Day of Waiting

By Geoff Knowlton on April 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: “Holy Saturday waits / Like a patch of dirt in the lawn / Nothing happening / But shoots, then [
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Geoff Knowlton lives in Princeton, Mass.


Posted in: Healing, Poetry
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Passages

By Marsha Foss on April 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: Perhaps my death will be like Dad’s
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Marsha Foss lives in Saint Paul, Minn.


Posted in: Healing, Poetry
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how to be home

By Amy Baskin on March 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: “site on a wooden stool / naked as an orphan”

Amy Baskin lives in Portland, Ore.


Posted in: Poetry, Quakers and the Holy Land
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To Fathom

By Diana Cole on March 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: “I take each stone into my curious palm. grub‐gray, salmon, rounded well and calm.” 🔒

Diana Cole lives in Warren, R.I.


Posted in: Poetry, Quakers and the Holy Land
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Rahab

By Kristin Camitta Zimet on February 26, 2018

Poetry: “I lived in the wall, between the wilderness / and stony Jericho.”

Kristin Camitta Zimet lives in Winchester, Va.


Posted in: February 2018, Poetry
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Winter

By Linda Lee on February 1, 2018

Poetry: “Starving herself by choice / my mother wanted to know
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Linda Lee lives in Indianapolis, Ind.


Posted in: February 2018, Poetry
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So Far So Safe

By E. K. Gordon on January 1, 2018

FJ Poetry: “I thought I had a can of pineapple / but it’s only apricots / in the cabinet, apricots [
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E. K. Gordon lives in Cohoes, N.Y.


Posted in: Poetry, Quaker Lifestyles
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Into a Mystery

By Kathleen Gunton on December 1, 2017

FJ Poetry: “At the start I must enter a tunnel
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Kathleen Gunton lives in Orange, Calif.


Posted in: Conflict and Controversy, Poetry
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