Jennifer Frost Writes
“A writer’s life is in his work — and that is the place to find him.”—Joyce Carol Oates, paraphrasing Henry James
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A More Perfect Union (Briefs), A Book of Essays by Alexander Moss
by Jennifer Frost
Moss’s essays discuss his own growing fears of the disastrous potential outcomes of political factionalism and irreconcilable differences. It is because a second civil war is such a terrifying prospect that he devises an alternative approach.
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A Remorseless Elegy for a Heartless Bitch
by Jennifer Frost
Dying, the first thing you lose is your appetite. Did they bring an hors d’oeuvres tray to tempt you? Crackers with cream cheese? Pimento-centered olives? A Manhattan on the rocks, no cherry?
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Elegy for My Father
by Jennifer Frost
You are fifteen years gone. My grief is almost old Enough to drive a car. You loved a fast Car with the white top down, chrome and cobalt, Candy shine like a raspberry sucker.
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Girl, Writer
by Jennifer Frost
I used to bask like a cat on a sunny window sill in Mom’s bright yellow kitchen, a daisy-wallpapered haven from the moody Iowa weather and our creaking wood-frame house, haunted somehow, remnants of bad nights and sad scenes hanging like cobwebs in the corners. In the other world of the yellow kitchen, Mom’s secret…
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Word to the Wise
by Jennifer Frost
If you stray between the corn rows, you’ll get Lost. A baby near here died that way; her Name was Gretel.
Jennifer Frost Writes 