Author Archives: JC

gives her just reason to mourn

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The death of a child

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mourned whether full fair or plain.

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All creatures, worthy of love,

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Her tears bless the earth.

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or real? Her calm tames sorrow.

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This woman: a myth

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Verses just published in Florida: JC’s Poem Targets Industrial Wind Farms’ Threat to Species at Risk in Ontario

The May 11 issue of The Island Sun, the weeklypaper on Sanibel Island, Florida, carries verses from JC’s Line-a-Day poem at www.jcsulzenko.com (for mature readers). Using the tanka form, JC’s observations in “Spectacle” begin with watching a fox at the shore. The focus then moves to the destruction of sensitive habitats and species at risk, […]
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A saint, man-made, thus undone.

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Open Book Ontario Feature Interview with JC Sulzenko

JC’s engaging interview with Open Book Ontario appears at www.openbookontario.com. The interview offers insights  into JC’s writing process, with a focus on her play, “What My Grandma Means to Say” and how the book adaptation evolved from it to create the back story for Jake as Alzheimer’s changes relationships within his family. The interview also […]
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lust-red, would taint his palette:

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Brush stroke caresses,

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No man could ever paint her.

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She’s a madonna.

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Only a harsh hush, man-made.

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No songbirds. No Chorus frogs.

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fields without flowers?

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in forests bereft of trees,

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What will children hear

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that churn songs and soft feathers.

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to turn great blades of steel

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that rouse high towers

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Their melodies, lost to winds

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Dead birds cannot sing.

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their heads bowed to melody.

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Wild sheaves sway to its rhythms;

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ripples, rifles them.

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as wind calls to high grasses,

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Hands pull at harp strings,

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summoned by the call of wolves.

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