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    No Batteries Required

    By Ellen Dooling Reynard

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    In No Batteries Required, Ellen Dooling Reynard examines the world around her from the perspective of her inner wor

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherYellow Arrow Publishing
    Release dateApr 13, 2021
    ISBN9781087960555
    No Batteries Required
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    Ellen Dooling Reynard

    Ellen Dooling Reynard spent her childhood on a cattle ranch in Jackson, Montana. Raised on myths and fairy tales, the sense of wonder has never left her. A one-time editor of Parabola Magazine, her poetry has been published by Lighten Up On Line, Current Magazine, Persimmon, Silver Blade, and The Muddy River Poetry Review. She is now retired and has relocated to Clarksville, Maryland, where she will continue to write fiction and poetry. She is currently working on a series of ekphrastic poems based on the work of her late husband, Paul Reynard (1927-2005).

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      No Batteries Required - Ellen Dooling Reynard

      Acknowledgments

      Current Magazine, 2019

      Right to Life

      Inscape Magazine, 2019

      The Cricket and Your Hands

      Lighten Up On Line (online), October 2019

      No Batteries Required

      WestWard Quarterly, January 2020

      Easter 1949

      The Writers Club (online), February 2020

      non moments

      Muddy River Poetry Review (online), May 2020

      Montana and Old Age

      Silver Pen (online), May 2020

      Creation

      Wax Poetry Poets of the World: 1st Prize, June 2020

      Walking Sleep

      Modern Poetry Quarterly Review (online), October 2020

      Din of Deafness

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      My appreciation for the encouragement and editorial advice of Judie Rae, for the input from my poetry writing group, and for the loving support of my children, Fred, Matthew, and Linda.

      no batteries

      required

      moments and non moments

      non moments

      roll to a stop behind 20 other cars

      waiting for the flagman to let you proceed

      lean your head on your hand

      fuming about construction zones

      power outages doctors’ waiting rooms

      where overhead clocks tick to show you

      your appointment was 15 minutes

      25 minutes 40 minutes ago

      objecting your life away

      dreaming of being somewhere else

      mumbling get on with it

      fidgeting fingers tapping foot

      get on with what when you roll to a halt

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