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Girl, Writer
by Jennifer Frost
I used to bask in Mom’s bright yellow kitchen, my favorite haven from the changeable Iowa weather and the drafty rooms where the wind whistled, haunting me like ghosts howling in the dark. At her side while she baked cookies, she taught me to put extra vanilla extract in the dough. When we baked a
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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.
Jennifer Frost Writes 