List: Poetry | Curated by Jane Ann Tucker

Jul 22, 2023

14 stories

Poetry
In
ILLUMINATION
by
Jane Ann Tucker
I Used to BeAn Ode To My Sister (March 1954 — June 2023) 
 
Until last month
and for sixty-eight years, I used to be “Jennifer’s sister.” 
I always…
Jul 21, 2023
14
Jul 21, 2023
14
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The Eighth Of JuneGraduate: (intransitive verb) to pass from one stage of experience, proficiency, or prestige to a usually higher one
Jun 10, 2023
5
Jun 10, 2023
5
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Dance This PoemThis Girl is all Verb
May 1, 2023
17
May 1, 2023
17
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A Poem for My SonWho Knows Where the Time Goes ~ Sandy Denny ~
Mar 26, 2023
1
Mar 26, 2023
1
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Take Me ThereA Child’s Morning Music: The Opposite of a Lullaby
Mar 15, 2023
4
Mar 15, 2023
4
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Fuck ALSA Story That Will Break Your Heart
Dec 8, 2022
6
Dec 8, 2022
6
In
Crow’s Feet: Life As We Age
by
Jane Ann Tucker
Stop Light on Mission StreetTime Stopped
Feb 6, 2023
5
Feb 6, 2023
5
In
The Wind Phone
by
Jane Ann Tucker
This is the RoomI Never Saw her Old; She’s my Mirror Daily
Feb 19, 2023
13
Feb 19, 2023
13
In
Crow’s Feet: Life As We Age
by
Jane Ann Tucker
Who is this Man?We are, all of us, orphans sooner than we expect.
Feb 7, 2023
63
Feb 7, 2023
63
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All Gonefor those people, that generation, who “made do”
Jan 24, 2023
3
Jan 24, 2023
3
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EpiphanyFor my Daughter
Jan 5, 2023
4
Jan 5, 2023
4
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Where I’m FromThe Land Where You Grew Up is Forever Home
Dec 19, 2022
5
Dec 19, 2022
5
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Jane Ann Tucker
A Poem for a Sleepless Grandchild
Dec 15, 2022
1
Dec 15, 2022
1

Poetry

I Used to Be

An Ode To My Sister (March 1954 — June 2023) Until last month and for sixty-eight years, I used to be “Jennifer’s sister.” I always…

The Eighth Of June

Graduate: (intransitive verb) to pass from one stage of experience, proficiency, or prestige to a usually higher one

Dance This Poem

This Girl is all Verb

A Poem for My Son

Who Knows Where the Time Goes ~ Sandy Denny ~

Take Me There

A Child’s Morning Music: The Opposite of a Lullaby

Fuck ALS

A Story That Will Break Your Heart

Stop Light on Mission Street

Time Stopped

This is the Room

I Never Saw her Old; She’s my Mirror Daily

Who is this Man?

We are, all of us, orphans sooner than we expect.

All Gone

for those people, that generation, who “made do”

Epiphany

For my Daughter

Where I’m From

The Land Where You Grew Up is Forever Home

A Poem for a Sleepless Grandchild

Jane Ann Tucker