Lessons from a Skating Spider
I still remember the night fairly well—even being some twenty years ago. The summer of ’09.
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Raindrops after rain
It’s the end of the yearin the backyard again – raindrops after rainhave coalesced on the
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The End Of The World On Bleeker Street
The sun was dying. And as it died it would burp, (as stars do when they
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Compost
How was I supposed to knowthat every onionskin and turned tomato,carrottop and unfinished plate of rice—not
Wash. Rinse. Dry. Fold.
There is nothing grandiose about a pile of laundry.Just another basketful of simple human technology –shields
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The Rut
I’m the grass in the field and she bounces off me, never trouncing a blade,like springboards,
First Rides
It was the summer before driver’s licenses. The summer before serious dating. It was the summer
Wounded Beauty
I’m not so bad-looking. My dad says, “Honey, you’re certainly attractive enough for me,” which