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Rachel
Jamison Webster Often She’d Drop Into Fathomless Always she thought mother looking out the window meant elsewhere, meant longing for self-wisps rippled in glass and others in the grass, across the
tracks beyond that. She didn’t know until you mother could be me, looking out the window could be this third-person glancing it—joy— so whole she only hems
it like a guest. Rachel Jamison Webster grew up in Northeastern Ohio and
now lives in Evanston, Illinois, with her partner Richard and their daughter.
She teaches at Northwestern University and edits the online anthology of
international poetry, www.universeofpoetry.org. More writing is available at http://racheljamisonwebster.blogspot.com. |
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