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  • Despair

      This summer the windows in the house steam up like they used to when there were teenagers inside. All that glorious passion every morning. This summer everything is slightly off: The gaits of the horses, the timing of the stoplights, the phases of the moon, the beat of people’s hearts. Reports keep coming of […]

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  • Craters in the moon

    When I was eight years old my father brought home home a long, rectangular cardboard box which he opened after dinner carefully outside our front door. It was a clear night and warm as I recall and he removed from the box like a surgeon removing a baby from the belly of an unconscious woman […]

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  • Loss

    Loss

    Loss In the gray half open eye period prior to full alert status I feel a touch or maybe an outstretched limb, a phantom connection I may remember. Warm and wanting.. Delaying the awakening I dwell there In hopeful desire among my fresh sheets, memories of sun fragrant and salt drying, my fingers on your […]

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  • Maybe

    Maybe

        Soon Enough   It is dark nearly all of the time. People have forgotten the feel of water. Lifetimes have shortened Partners are assigned The dictionary has been revised. So many words no longer exist, Joy, Hope, Heart ,Listen, Compassion, Friendship, Cookie, Sunshine, Language Touch The past disappeared so rapidly that history Forgot […]

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  • The Last Bing Cherry

    The Last Bing Cherry

      The Bing cherry is named after Seth Lewelling’s Manchurian orchard foreman and friend, Bing. Bing was over 7 feet tall. The Rainier cherry, named after Washington State’s famous volcanic peak, was created in 1952 by cross-breeding the Bing and Van varieties. Wikipedia       Yesterday I ate the last cherry in the white […]

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  • The Best Memory

    The Best Memory

                                       The Best Memory     The best Fall I remember happened outside of Paris due north near Chambord in November maybe October’s when the Beaujolais Nouveau was released along with me…I walked out the door of the inn we stayed in while you drank with our host. I wandered following troughs of wet leaves […]

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  • In Reality

    For the longest time I thought I might become someone else. I could be Norwegian and learn the language well so people would say how no one could tell I wasn’t a native. My hair would miraculously turn blond. It would be ok to like sex. I like the sounds of their desserts. Or I […]

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  • Person of Interest

    Person of Interest

    “I bought a trailer because I joined a gang. My feet itched and my rain was shutting down so I became a nomad something I’ve always wanted to be. Some language has a word for it: people who don’t feel like they belong anywhere. That’s me. I’m pretty old so I was worried about camping […]

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  • Last Woman on Earth

    Last Woman on Earth

    I am the last woman on earth. I live alone in my house and every day I do the Schedule: yoga, coffee, meditation, breakfast, look out the window, laundry, make the bed, take a shower, take a walk, lie on the floor, wait for the dogs to jump on me, eat stuff from the fridge, […]

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