title: Canticles to Ghosts: Poetry from a Wee House
author:  Jennifer Wilson 
description: Jennifer Wilson is just your average mother to 13 who spends her days writing poetry amidst negotiating peace treaties between warring tribes.
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  Kate Chopin (1850-1904) 
  The Storm (1898) 
  I 
  The leaves were so still that even Bibi thought it was going to rain. Bobinôt, who was 
  accustomed to converse on terms of perfect equality with his little son, called the child‟s 
  attention to certain sombre clouds that were rolling with sinister intention from the west, 
  accompanied by a sullen, threatening roar. They were at Friedheimer‟s store and decided to 
  remain there till the storm had passed. They sat within the door on two empty kegs. Bibi was 
  four years old and looked very wise. 
  “Mama‟ll be „fraid, yes,” he suggested with blinking eyes. 
  “She‟ll shut the house. Maybe she got Sylvie helpin‟ her this evenin‟,” Bobinôt 
  responded reassuringly. 
  “No; she ent got Sylvie. Sylvie was helpin‟ her yistiday,” piped Bibi. 
  Bobinôt arose and going across to the counter purchased a can of shrimps, of which 
  Calixta was very fond. Then he returned to his perch on the keg and sat stolidly holding the can 
  of shrimps while the storm burs