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There/Not There

slipping down reaching clawing wet hands bloody hands reaching grasping in the slick slip mud slide down the pitch right to the edge right to the edge hang on hang on hang on hold on too late falling done falling … Continue reading

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Five Ways Of Looking

I. Sometimes I can’t help but wonder at the forks in the road. Paths not taken. Discoveries not made. How would they have turned out? No different than anyone else looking back on their lives, but I feel infinitely ill-prepared … Continue reading

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100 words – Motherland

Even on the brightest days, bellyfull and eyeshine — Even with the sweetest touch, ardor and promise — Even when the memory of friends is weighty with assurance, with kindness, with connection, with an establishment of joy that for the … Continue reading

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Circular Reference

Every fall down, every crash, she is there with strong hands and impatient heart; even if those hands are barbed and the heart is filthy, the frame is sturdy, and it will hold up — it holds up even the … Continue reading

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Untranslateable

Gone in a flash, in an instant, in a moment and all I have left are the memories of a time and place that never were. I can see your too-blue eyes and I can taste the smoke on your … Continue reading

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