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janjoplin: My poems, stories, and essays are in print and in online journals; "Upstreet II," "Numero Cínq," "Whiskey Island Magazine," Café Review, "Cider Press Review," and Others. My chapbook "Inquiry into Loneliness" was a 2018 imprint of Crisis Chronicles Press, and a folio of my poetry appeared Aeolian Harp Six. I am a trained leader in the AWA writing method, and I enjoy being a part of generative writing groups. I graduated from Vermont College of Fine Arts with a Master's in fiction. Unfortunately, in 2007, I acquired a brain injury after two strokes. However, I learned to walk and talk again and returned to writing through my first love, poetry. I maintain this blog intermittently. I enjoy three seasons in New England and retreat to a tiny cottage in SW Pennsylvania some summers. I love to paint, make miniatures, garden, our dogs Mary and Oliver, and time with family and friends.

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An independent literary press interested in publishing poetry collections, chapbooks, select short & flash fiction, and the occasional anthology.

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Have you lost your shadow?

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Sun Cloud Tree

This is What I Believe

That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will try always to recognize and submit to them.

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