On a clear night, beyond city limits, stars shine as beacons of hope.
They take us to the furthest dream; we catch them in our eyes, linger to sing with them …
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STARS ARE FOREVER 
‘forever’
is the longest word
and stars
like bright nouns
shine continually
I sing to these
radiant periods
of eternity
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A Summer Father … Here is poetry … interweaving images culled from a wartime childhood with bittersweet memories of a “summer father”. Lynda Monahan
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About Joanna M. Weston
Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons,
Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...