BROWSE Columns
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It is the year my sister is born.
A figure teeters on stilts far
above the town. There is no
hospital nor parking lot from
which one could look up and
point towards a figure waving
from a patient window. No
window, no mother waving,
no cars below. A string of
lights spotlight the
cobblestones and the façade
of normalcy. Buildings
intended to house a country.
Movement is precarious. If
the residents suffer from
insomnia, no one knows. It is
the year my sister is born and
already things are wobbly.
Jeanne Morel is the author of two chapbooks, "Jackpot" (Bottlecap Press) and “That Crossing Is Not Automatic' (Tarpaulin Sky). Her poems have been published in Dunes Review, Great Weather for MEDIA, Phantom Drift, and other journals. She lives in Seattle and is a gallery guide at the Frye Art Museum.
