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Tea Leaves: a memoir of mothers and daughters by Janet Mason (Bella Books April 2012) is now available -- click here for more info
('s) featured writers:
Kelley Jean White, M.D.
& Deidra Greenleaf Allan
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Kelley Jean White, M.D., is a former student of Janet Mason's.
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Kelly Jean White, M.D., is the mother of three, a Quaker, an inner city pediatrician for more than twenty years, collector of stray animals and seeker after Buddha and nature. She has published two full-length poetry collections, The Patient Presents and Late (The People's Press). She also has two chapbooks: I am going to walk toward the sanctuary (Via Dolorosa Press) and Against Medical Advice (Pudding House). This is her second feature on amusejanetmason.com.
My mother woke
up every morning
Deidra Greenleaf Allan's interest in poetry began early. She wrote her first poem at the age of 8 and submitted her first poem to the New Yorker at the age of 17. Needless to say, soon after, she received her first rejection.
In 1997, after more than 20 years of doing professional writing and ublic relations, Deidra returned to her creative roots. Taking a leave of absence from work, she attended Vermont College, where she completed her MFA in January 2002.
In 2001 she was selected as Montgomery County Poet Laureate in a competition judged by Robert Hass. Also that year, she received a Leeway Emerging Artist Award and was nominated by Vermont College for the Modern Poetry Association's Ruth Lily Fellowship. In 2002, she was a finalist for a Pew Fellowship in poetry.
Her poems have appeared in American Poetry Review, Aurelian, Mad Poet's Review, Poetry Miscellany, Puerto del Sol, Schuylkill Valley Journal of the Arts, West Branch (fall 2007), and Wind Magazine.
of bones, beaks, and curled-up claws
Like any mother,
she must have tried to save them, bringing in regurgitated bits of worm,
Their incessant needy