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Driving Toward Sunset on July 2nd

Driving Toward Sunset on July 2nd I’m driving in my Jeep tonight. Our Jeep.     Doors off, no top, the sky open and growing dark.   The air is a combination of backyard barbecue     and 4th of July fireworks already … Continue reading

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Covid Sunset

Covid Sunset …The sky is alive with the sun. Light rays reach for flat cotton hovering above fields in the distance. I step outside—peer past neighborhoods of perfectly spaced roofs. Rows of houses with people inside, together or alone. Light … Continue reading

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Sunday Morning Song

Sunday Morning Song The house is alive while I sleep. I wake to new dirty dishes piled in the sink. I tread lightly through the early morning to keep the house asleep. I think with my fingers tapping on a … Continue reading

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This

This Sometimes words dry up like soil in drought. Unearthed clumps of rust brown clay feel like rocks. Clenched in a fist they turn to dust, slip through your fingertips and leave a pile of dry grit on cracked ground. … Continue reading

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Open Window

Open Window I’m sitting by the window watching wind blow, watching time go, watching cars go by. The street noise and the taxicabs can’t seem to reach me here. What if one day all the cars below were stopped in … Continue reading

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Portentous Man

Portentous Man His speeches are portentous pedestal stepping hands waving in grandiose circles finger wagging from his tongue eyes on fire with conviction. He means what he says without question without introspection without compassion. A herald in the eye of … Continue reading

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What’s In the Mirror

What’s in the Mirror It’s morning again and I’m looking in the mirror. Natural curls of my hair cling to each other in fluffy waves on top and tight, smooth spirals underneath. I flip it forward, in front of my … Continue reading

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The Paper Shredder

The Paper Shredder apathy enters, unannounced, stage left demands a spotlight a flipped switch a mislabeled outlet a mischievous 3 year old a love letter accompanied by an old photo with no names on the back imaginary, invisible strips of … Continue reading

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Permission

Permission Mind the minor gaps in memory – traverse across them as dust caught in twilights gaze. Behold regret found in spaces between the light. Take a walk with awareness and embrace time, a gift from an Indian giver. Find … Continue reading

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Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher A tangled web of twine tied round and round and I wound up bound by a hunter who had haunted me set the trap and stalked me through dense forests REM sleep. There is where I set up my … Continue reading

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