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Scent by Jennie S. Redling

The poem describes the scent of sadness and dread arising from old theater programs the speaker designed for small companies they longed to act in but were now unable to engage with. The programs evoke fresh, painful memories for the speaker of a time when they were fragile and searching for life or consolation but failed to find what they were looking for. They quickly put the programs away to close against the memory.

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Scent by Jennie S. Redling

The poem describes the scent of sadness and dread arising from old theater programs the speaker designed for small companies they longed to act in but were now unable to engage with. The programs evoke fresh, painful memories for the speaker of a time when they were fragile and searching for life or consolation but failed to find what they were looking for. They quickly put the programs away to close against the memory.

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Scent

By Jennie S. Redling

My finger
Stroke old artwork,
Programs I designed once to
Align myself with small theatre companies
where I, in fact, longed to act,
Frail now and filed away atop a closet
Unable to disengage, I've
Allowed them life out of sight
But this morning I lightly breathe
The scent of sadness
and dread arising
surprisingly from these leftovers
Of that forsaken
time when I was
A glass blown to
a hair's breadth
aching for life to
Pervade me, or simply consolation
Failing to find
what sent me searching,
I swiftly press the pages
Into their folder, to close tight again
Against the bite of
fresh, trenchant
Memory.
The Little Gray Mouse
By Debbie Wiess

There was a little gray mouse living in our house


What the devil was he doing there you may ask?
Anything he wanted I assure you.
As it is not easy to rid oneself of a mouse
when he was so well-established himself in one's house

From one room to the other, the little gray mouse roamed at his leisure.
Active all night long, nothing impeded his pleasure.
Our high-rise apartment was now his golden domain.
And thus until the moment of our return home did it remain.

Back from our vacation, a great surprise awaited us all.


Since we each had thought we were alone in our home.
Then suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, my husband did spy
gray blur as something ran by.
Startled, my poor spouse let out a great shout
causing me to jump and alerting me that a mouse was about.

Of the little gray mouse, he had seen just its hairless tail.
The rest of the beast having already within the sofa bed been concealed.
Terrified, my husband and I remained frozen for a long moment.
I then took matters into my own hands and called building maintenance
for some assistance
Sometime later a handyman arrived at our door situated on the 12th floor.
With him we plotted and strategized what to do to capture our uninvited guest.
A comical chase ensued in the living room,
my husband with his mope and me with my broom.

Apprehension of a mouse is never a simple affair


This rule with you I do share.
Successively, he was concerned and then made his escape,
once just being missed by a hair as he scampered behind a drape.

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