Jennifer Frost Writes
“We write to create the books that we would like to read, that haven’t yet been written—possibly.”—Joyce Carol Oates
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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.
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Wisconsin
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
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Streets of Sorrow
by Jennifer Frost
18 October 2022 “‘Beyond the cracked sidewalk, and the telephone pole with layers of flyers in a rainbow of colors, and the patch of dry brown grass, there stood a ten-foot high concrete block wall, caked with dozens of coats of paint. There was a small shrine at the foot of it, with burnt out…
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Streets of Sorrow Finds A Home at Evening Street Review
by Jennifer Frost
Evening Street Review #35, Autumn 2022 includes my newest story, Streets of Sorrow.
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Of Course, I Didn’t
by Jennifer Frost
The night my parents reported me missing, the police came over and searched the house. Missing kids can turn up in closets where they’ve dozed off playing hide-and-seek.
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