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Jennifer Met

Jennifer Met 2020

  Jennifer Met lives in a small town in North Idaho with her husband and children. She is a nominee for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net anthology, a finalist for Nimrod's Pablo Neruda Prize for Poetry, and winner of the Jovanovich Award. Recent work is published or forthcoming in Cimarron Review, Gone Lawn, Juked, Midway Journal, The Museum of Americana, Nimrod, Ninth Letter, Sleet Magazine, and Zone 3, among other journals. Her haiku and haibun have been published in places such as Acorn, Contemporary Haibun Online, Crab Fat Magazine, Foliate Oak, Frogpond, Gravel, Gulf Stream, Haibun Today, The Heron's Nest, A Hundred Gourds, and more.

Her haiku have been selected for the Red Moon Anthology, and twice won a VCBF Sakura Award. She is also the author of the chapbook Gallery Withheld (Glass Poetry Press). www.jennifermet.com

 
 
 

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Origami Microchap

That Which Sunlight Chases

 

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 Jennifer Met CVR That Which Sunlight Chases 2020 NOV

Cover art: 

A Simple Picture of Somewhere Not Here

by Lauri Burke

 

 

 

cherry petals fall—
quick kitten licks
in the rain

napping in early sun—
an arm cradling
her budding belly

drifting asleep
on the summer lake—
bubbles, too, lifting

home from college—
my old wall posters
curling inward

yearbooks
in squint-worthy sun
smile for a smiling picture

prequel to flying,
prequel in flight—
a single, poolside smile

all spring and fall
tonguing a strawberry seed
between my teeth

swift scissor kicks—
the river’s mouth
still wider

summer heat—
the dog’s soft muzzle
pops to toothy panting

hiking the canyon—
breath of sage
over rocky hills

with wide mouths
surfacing carp
erase woolen clouds

displaced by darkness—
the moon’s smile
waxing

stand of aspen—
golden coins
held jackpot ready

dry leaves bonfire away
that frown feeling
sunlight always tackles

dear newborn,
the moonlight never shies
from your melodic nature

tumbling snow angels—
and oh, the steam!
off his red-blooded laugh

stock pot full—
our bear-bundled girl
grins at bubbles boiling

a quilt’s comfort—
under fresh snow
our footprints dimple

Jennifer Met © 2020