Posts of Interest
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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. Diaper dragging, she stepped Past the sleeping dogs and through the broken Fence, her mother watching soaps and sipping Tea. She noticed when the sun went down, when Gretel was asleep
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by Jennifer Frost Along a gravel road, there lay a farm, A range of ground owned by my relatives. Their kitchen overlooked the bottom field Where hay grew silver-green around the barn And horses stood in stalls by cows whose milk Was sold. A diesel tractor pulled the plough That tilled three hundred acres. Mud-caked
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My newest story, Of Course, I Didn’t, appears in the Fall 2022 issue, NOW LIVE at rocksaltjournal.com.
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In 2012, I was working as a bookseller at Barnes and Noble, the year they launched the first Nook e-reader.
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Though there’s not a lot of room for analysis in a little-known (but totally awesome) 90s comedy, there’s plenty to say about inspiration tapes. Artists throughout history have turned to muses.
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The vast empty page and the impossible task of stringing words across the white abyss. Did I just call a blank page the ‘white abyss?’ Break time, please.
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The gray area comes in when I’m asked to read unfinished work. Riddled with mechanical mistakes and muddled in its narrative, a book like this poses a genuine problem.
Jennifer Frost Writes 