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A Visitor

FJ Poetry: “I had no appointment. / Asked to wait half an hour, / I left the office and walked […]

Marilyn Churchill lives in Ann Arbor, Mich.

Posted in: Creativity and the Arts, Poetry
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jackson

Respite

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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williams

Spilling Claret

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.

Posted in: Poetry, What Are Quaker Values Anyway?
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knowlton

A Day of Waiting

FJ Poetry: “Holy Saturday waits / Like a patch of dirt in the lawn / Nothing happening / But shoots, then […]

Geoff Knowlton lives in Princeton, Mass.

Posted in: Healing, Poetry
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fosss

Passages

FJ Poetry: Perhaps my death will be like Dad’s…

Marsha Foss lives in Saint Paul, Minn.

Posted in: Healing, Poetry
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baskin1

how to be home

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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cole1

To Fathom

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

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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© Galyna Andrushko

Winter

Poetry: “Starving herself by choice / my mother wanted to know…”

Linda Lee lives in Indianapolis, Ind.

Posted in: February 2018, Poetry
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gordon

So Far So Safe

FJ Poetry: “I thought I had a can of pineapple / but it’s only apricots / in the cabinet, apricots […]

E. K. Gordon lives in Cohoes, N.Y.

Posted in: Poetry, Quaker Lifestyles
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