About Author: Jean L. Kreiling

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Jean L. Kreiling’s poetry has appeared in sev­eral jour­nals, includ­ing Ekphra­sis, The Evans­ville Review, The Edge City Review, The For­mal­ist, The Lyric, Phoebe, and SLANT. Her work was awarded prizes in the 17th Inter­na­tional Poetry Com­pe­ti­tion (spon­sored by the World Order of Nar­ra­tive and For­mal­ist Poets, 2003), and was nom­i­nated for a Push­cart Prize in 2000.

Posts by Jean L. Kreiling

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    Imperfect Rat

    by Jean L. Kreiling

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  • The man in 10B kneads his hands and closes his eyes; his jaw line tenses as the plane begins its des­per­ate taxi­ing to gain what speed it can. 10A already...

    Flying Companion

    The man in 10B kneads his hands and closes his eyes; his jaw line tenses as the plane begins its des­per­ate taxi­ing to gain what speed it can. 10A already...

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  • (Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony) You sit behind the orches­tra, spell­bound by com­plex chem­istry you’ve heard before: a mea­sured mix of breath and time and sound decreed by small black icons in...

    In the Alto Section

    (Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony) You sit behind the orches­tra, spell­bound by com­plex chem­istry you’ve heard before: a mea­sured mix of breath and time and sound decreed by small black icons in...

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  • Their gaudy dig­nity a para­dox, their pri­vate cen­ters dark but half-exposed, they open wan­tonly, not quite enclosed by painted bor­ders. Roses, mums, or phlox might be con­tained, but wild aban­don...

    Georgia O’Keeffe’s “Oriental Poppies”

    Their gaudy dig­nity a para­dox, their pri­vate cen­ters dark but half-exposed, they open wan­tonly, not quite enclosed by painted bor­ders. Roses, mums, or phlox might be con­tained, but wild aban­don...

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