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Bare Winter Trees (Poem)

Bare Winter Trees (Poem)

  Bare Winter Trees J. Marshall Jenkins In my hurry to the mailbox this cold December morning, bare winter trees draw my gaze from rain soaked roots up to manifold etched fingers pointing - look! – to gray cloud cover sagging under  light poised to burst through....

Mary’s Son

Mary’s Son

Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth (Matthew 5:5). Mary remembered old, wizened Simeon with hair coming out of every pore, bone-bent, hunched, and creeping toward Joseph and Mary's son like a spider.  With childlike delight in his crinkled eyes, he...

A Writer’s Confession

A Writer’s Confession

I do not write for you to remember me.  I write for you to remember yourself.  Find words for your experience in my words.