Posted on November 28, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek As luck would have it, sickness slowed me down long enough to…
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Posted on November 21, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek The spruce trees are dying, the poet tells us at the online…
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Posted on August 24, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek Although Texas is home, I don’t always feel safe or supported here….
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Posted on August 10, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek Years ago, I’d write in the evenings and be lost in swirls…
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Posted on July 15, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek My father had moments of crystalline clarity in which he would say…
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Posted on June 25, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek Last year I penned my first essay about the wonders of queer…
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Posted on May 12, 2024 by Jenn Zatopek We Spoke of Our Mothers At the Egyptian cafe, we spoke of…