Love the sketch. Do they still have payphones anywhere? Whenever I was in need, trapped in my electric wheelchair with my hands unable to handle coins or dial phones anymore, someone would come along with a cell phone and make the call for me.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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oops, I just notices I mixed up the illustrations...Will correct.
But perhaps I have misread the poem.
Ron