Posts by: Mary Mann

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My dad smells like myrrh. My younger sister Madeline and I hide beneath his robes while he shakes parishioners’ hands at the back of the church. We think we’re hidden, but people can see our shiny Mary Janes. And of course, there’s the giggling. Through the heavy cream-colored cloth we can hear dad say, “Thank […]

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Where I’m Reading

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Editor’s Note: Back in June, I made a video for the Rumpus Poetry Book Club. I read a poem from our June selection, Allan Peterson’s Fragile Acts among the people in a statue on the campus of Drake University. Mary Mann used that as a jumping off point for this new series. If you’d like […]

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