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A. McHugh studies creative writing at the University of Arkansas, where she is currently pursuing her MFA in creative writing. She has received scholarships from Sewanee Writer's Conference and the West Chester University Poetry Conference. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in DIAGRAM, Crab Orchard Review and Memorious as well as other publications. She is a co-editor of Linebreak, an online literary journal.

Winterproof

Follow-up to her award-winning An Alabaster Flask, Winterproof gathers poems from the author's publications in the United States, England, and internationally in journals including The National Review, The Formalist, and the Australian Salt.

author: Jennifer Reeser
ASIN or ISBN-10: 1932339817
binding: Paperback
list price: $17.00 USD
amazon price: $17.00

An Alabaster Flask

The 2003 Word Press First Book Poetry Prize

author: Jennifer Reeser
ASIN or ISBN-10: 0971737177
binding: Paperback
list price: $16.00 USD
amazon price: $16.00

Lining Up for the Tower of Terror

(Disneyworld, 2007)

Grouped by long queues in a windowless basement,
Standing on slab ramps of rigorous, mellow
Gray, between rails sprayed industrial yellow,
Eager and damp as sardines, wait the damned.

because the cut your presence

The Murderess

Harmony of Evening

english translation
original French poem

english translation

audio of Harmony of Evening

audio of Charles Baudelaire's poetry translation, Harmony of Evening

Harmony of Evening

original French poem

audio of "Harmonie du Soir"

Jennifer Reeser reads the original poem, Harmonie du Soir by Charles Baudelaire in French

Harmonie du Soir

Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!

Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Le violon frémit comme un cœur qu'on afflige;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.

Le violon frémit comme un cœur qu'on afflige,
Un cœur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir;
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige.

Un cœur tendre, qui hait le néant vaste et noir,
Du passé lumineux recueille tout vestige!
Le soleil s'est noyé dans son sang qui se fige...
Ton souvenir en moi luit comme un ostensoir!