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Three times my baby’s stroller passes by…

Three times my baby’s stroller passes by the dead baby sparrow on the sidewalk. I want to pick it up , but I know I can’t. Jennifer Smith lives in Eagle River, Alaska, with her husband and young daughter. Her … Continue reading

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A happy poem

about desertion and hypocrisy, it was. Finally, a happy poem, she says, her eyes crinkled in a smile. My workshop mates groaned, although a few of them had remarked more or less the same. I had been a poet for … Continue reading

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