Jean L. Kreiling prefers traveling by foot, and has been fortunate to stroll along London streets, Italian cliffsides, and countless American beaches. Her poems have traveled far and wide, most recently to the pages of American Arts Quarterly, The Evansville Review, Measure, Mezzo Cammin, and several anthologies. She is the 2013 winner of the String Poet Prize and a past winner of the Able Muse Write Prize; she has been a finalist for the Frost Farm Prize, the Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award, and the Richard Wilbur Award.
All work
The chandeliers might not cause such offense /
if gas bills didn’t make my budget bleed /
and new shoes weren’t an extravagance. …
The hard work of vacationing had given /
the drivers’ eyes a highway-haunted glaze /
and must have left their necks in knots. …
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