portion of the artwork for Caroline Klocksiem's poetry

Caroline Klocksiem’s Comments

These are from a manuscript I wrote while becoming a mother, when delineations between the body and the natural world seemed to become even less clear to me. I typically start with something simple—something that happened that morning, what’s sprouting in the garden, some object I remember from a dream—and then just try and listen to where it’s taking me. Looking back over these selections now, I am surprised to see how often God appears.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 41 | Summer 2013