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Anna Crimson And The Dryad, Joan Henson
Anna Crimson And The Dryad, Joan Henson
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"Once upon a time in a deep pine forest dwelled a solitary wisp - a creature no higher than tansy or thistle - who hovered and wandered between the trees as moths do in quiet, unobtrusive flutters. She flew without shadow in a world entirely of shade, and she flew wingless, trailing sheens of gossamer - rising on the slightest breeze as dandelion and milkweed seeds fluff away in the meadows beyond forests."
Graduation, Alice Koret
Graduation, Alice Koret
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"Hannah hurried home from school and announced she needed a white dress for graduation."
August, Joan Henson
Give Me A Widow, Anytime, Nancy O'Donnell
Give Me A Widow, Anytime, Nancy O'Donnell
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"I've always been particularly attracted to widows. There is a beautifully bruised quality about them. They retain this quality long after their husbands have congealed in the satin seams of their great mahogany coffins. When widows make it with a man, it always has a sweet scent of hesitation in it. They're not used to a new man. They're not sure they'll like it. They're not sure their husbands would approve. They're just not sure. Afterwards, they're in a mild form of shock and by the time they recover, …
Solid, Joan Henson
The Jonnybulls, Ronald Langlois
The Jonnybulls, Ronald Langlois
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"An old man, maybe sixty, he lived not far from L'École St. Antoine, and I would see him limping around the school sometimes, but I did not take much notice. Kids in my second-grade class called him "le vieux Gidoone," because of his English accent, and sometimes he would lean against the schoolyard fence eyeing us as we played futbol during recess. Usually I hung around with Tu-tur Laroche, a third grader. Neither of us paid any attention to Monsieur Gidoone, until the day he called us …
A Wet, Expectant Morning, Robert Muhnickel
The Lying Glass, Beth Benatovich
The Lying Glass, Beth Benatovich
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"Sarah was not alone in the house but she was the only one awake at the time the doorbell rang. Her two children were sleeping in their rooms and she was working in her bedroom, according to her usual habit. Every night after she pμt them to bed, she would write and think and read, non-fiction, mostly, because she wrote poetry and the way she did it was to throw out from herself, like a spider, a sticky web of intelligence-gathering that caught in it everything that wandered by. …
Poems, Sandra Warner Rizzo
Poems, Sandra Warner Rizzo
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Individual poem titles: Standing On One Night, Lover Loved, Thanks To A Teacher For Joyful Leaping.
Mule, Joan Henson
The Truth Is, Joan Henson