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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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These are not suggestions. You’ve heard enough of those. Read on if book recommendations bore you.
Jennifer Frost Writes 