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Jennifer Martelli
I bought hanging stars made of sticks and twigs, painted pewter and gun-
metal with red ribbons to hang on my tree. Silver antlers the size
of my thumb, small enough for a Gaulish god, and gold deer too,
antlered animals: stags, fawns (budding), elk. When I got back to the inn,
I heard those strange Parisian police sirens on the tv. My room thick
with pine pitch and fire and something burning: a sweet offering of meat.
Jennifer Martelli’s poetry and prose have appeared in Right Hand Pointing, Up the Staircase Quarterly, Gravel and Drunken Boat. She is a recipient of the Massachusetts Cultural Council Grant in Poetry, a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee and an associate editor for The Compassion Project. Her first full-length collection of poetry, The Uncanny Valley, is forthcoming later this year. Jennifer Martelli lives in Marblehead, Massachusetts, with her family.
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