Inheritor Ebook Author Jeanine Stevens Jobs In Jeanine Stevens Is Interested In Origins Intrigued And Inspired By The Elusive, The Edge Of Things And Fragments, These Concerns Come To Life In INHERITOR, Which Includes Portraits Of Women A First Job, Thrift Stores, A Bombed Out Kitchen, Helen At Troy, A Seedy Garret And An Invitation To The Aphrodite Taverna There Is Also An Appreciation Of The Sensuousness Of The Male Body In Kelp, Five Nudes And Minotaur Surprised While Eating Locales Include The Sierras, America S Midwest, The Dordogne And The Aegean The First Poem, Wintering Mushrooms, Sets The Tone Of The Unexpected In Remote Places It Is Evident That The Author Is Mesmerized By Rumi And Other Cultures Past And Present Even With War, Ecological Damage And Poverty, Beauty And Desire Exist These Poems Give The Reader Insight Into Personal Symbols, A Melody Perhaps, A Scent, An Overindulgence In Figs And Sardines Follow The Thread The Steppes, The Savannas, The Solomons Are Waiting.Inheritor

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[[ BOOKS ]] ✮ Inheritor  Author Jeanine Stevens –
  • Paperback
  • 96 pages
  • Inheritor
  • Jeanine Stevens
  • English
  • 28 December 2019
  • 9781942371021

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    We are the publisher, so all of our authors get five stars from us Excerpts CALICOI buy a thrift store blouse,the old Sacred Threads brand,patchwork rayon, multiflowered printsmostly faded to pinksand greens similar to my shirtsold at the garage sale years ago,life in shambles along with crockpotsand faded tents, tables crammed with mementos,the worn family games the saddest Monopoly, Scrabble, Chutes and Ladders Fillers, someone said pastimes.I saved the bag of runic stones.The little ovals still grate against each otherin their velvet bag I toss,decipher partnership self , flow tides and change passage.The thrift store blouse holdsa few bright calicos,the wood buttons strong, stitches secure.One thing I can do mend the tiny hole near the pocket.HOUSE OF CANDLELIGHT a cento of sortsLike a vagrant I wander empty ruins.Deserted, nothing in sightbut a small opening near dry brush.With a yellow torch I step inside.The air, unbelievably dense, darkerthan midnight I turn a corner into an alcove,part of the stucco sloughed awayexcept for a dozen saints in russet and...

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