the fifer piping long around the main street and also the kathunk of a truck crossing the coleman, today is the reckoning of sadness, our voices talk over the violence, this syllable and that phoneme, we are all masters of redirection, did i say I heard the fifer? the sliver of voice, narrow and tinny, over our river

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Jill Winkowski

Well, this is me! I'm a mom, world traveler, linguist, and poet. I write from the impulse that overwhelms me and then heals me. Most times.

I run a monthly poetry workshop, teach yoga at a museum, and work full time as a test developer person. I try to enter every interaction with love. When I'm successful at doing that, it works 100% of the time. Just saying.