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      February 27, 2015StardustColette Tennant

      I don’t like it when scientists call me a carbon-based life form
      it makes me sound like a pencil smudge on my writing finger
      a really bad child at Christmas
      clumps left on the oven floor when an apple pie runs over
      a suspect’s fingerprint
      coal a million years from diamonds
      an accidental piano key
      mascara tears
      a Goth kid’s hammer-smashed fingernails
      an Ash Wednesday forehead every day
      the leftover eyes of a slumped jack-o’-lantern
      a snow pile in a Cleveland parking lot late March
      a hurried tattoo
      bathroom graffiti
      an orphaned chimney sweep
      a heap of autumn leaves, colors all burned to ash

      from #45 - Fall 2014

      Colette Tennant

      “I am a professing Christian, an imperfect but forgiven lover of Jesus, the dearest bread, the sweetest wine. I can find the Garden of Eden story in almost any piece of literature I teach. I like quoting what Francis Schaeffer replied when someone asked him what he would say if he had one hour to tell them about his faith. Schaeffer replied, ‘I’d listen for 59 minutes and talk for one.’”