Poetry Is For The Mornings

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This Is A Journal Entry

Had Some New Poems Published In Resurrection Magazine And One Very Old Poem

A Bad Poem For The Solstice

Torpor

Yesterday I Didn't Write, Nor The Day Before That, Or The Day Before That

Answers (Of Sorts)

Tomorrow I Will Be 15 Years Sober

Things Are Already Moving So Fast

One Day I'd Like To Return To My Spirituality

Before You Were Born

CORRECTED : I Am Going To Go To Work Now I Say Spraying Myself With Rose Water Smelling Like My Mother

The Evenings Have Been Beautiful Lately A New Wild Fire Burning Out In Joshua Tree Setting The Sky Out By The Sea The Brightest Pink I've Ever Seen

While My Daughter Doesn't Nap

I Had No Idea How To Be A Woman

May Ends With Heat and Grief

This Is A Journal Entry

Sometimes I Am Short On Words

If This Is Wednesday

If We Opened People Up, We'd Find Landscapes - Varda Said

Sometimes I Am Worried That We Are Raising Our Daughter Without Any Religion

Loot

Work and Days

It Is Spring Again In Los Angeles And Even I Am Sick Of My Melancholy

You Never Told Me How Beautiful It Was Here, WA

On Devotion

Feb 27th

But I Am Still A Woman

You Couldn't Be A Tennis Teacher Your Whole Life

Small Poem Sunday #1

If I Could Just Get My Feet Under Me

Do You Believe In Magic Mama?

Nobody Knows Anything I Have To Remind Myself

Some Fragments From Displacement

Love Note To Los Angeles #1

It Is Beyond Apocalyptic

Before I Begin

Be Where Your Hands Are

I Don't Believe In Resolutions

© 2025 Jane Stephens Rosenthal
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