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Revelation At Dusk

Revelation At Dusk

It is not love wrapping its wooly fleece around my shoulders that wakes me It is not the bouquet of flowers left at the door that enters my thoughts It is not the knowing look in another’s eyes, giving my existence a sense of meaning, that crosses my mind. No, it is...
The Pumpkins Are Going to Make It

The Pumpkins Are Going to Make It

I think the pumpkins are going to make it this year. There must be enough in the neighborhood to keep the squirrels eating courses, traveling from house to house like we’ve always wanted to do ourselves: first course at Winnie’s, second at Connelly’s , third at...
Waiting

Waiting

I wake in the night. I lay quietly for a while hoping sleep will set in. Out of the corner of my eye I see slow, intermittent sparks of light pass the window. It feels at this hour as if I have access to other worldly powers. I lay in the silence for some time,...
It’s Always Been About Love

It’s Always Been About Love

From my first memory of leaning into my brother who I loved so much by three years of age I asked him to marry me. From his scanty eyed looks when I made poor choices, to his defense if I was poorly treated. It’s always been about love. From my kiss on his...
For the Love of Lula

For the Love of Lula

Her eyes looked past trees that had made themselves into statues. It was as though from her seat on the porch they were but scenery, the decorum set before a majestic backdrop that extended far beyond what my eyes could see, but hers could. Her eyes glistened. I saw...
From the Deck

From the Deck

The boards creak beneath the weight of my feet. The puppy squeaks. A breeze falls on my shoulders. I take a seat. The sun is hotter than the day before, beating down in stillness. Veiled by mist from a cloud, I feel relief. I keep my eyes closed, burning from bug...
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