Rexall means something profound, the little old
people shuffling in, the manager stealing
peanuts from the hot shelf, nightly pin-ups
viewed at racks clustered near
soda fountain and the mouths
of kids filled with Milky Ways,
peanut clusters and Baby Ruths.
sundown brought street lights,
signals to scram, dinner hot
on the kitchen table, and dad
waking to eat and go,
his night shift whistle
blowing at eight
down at the factory.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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.
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