Flats and Sharps
Maya wears dove gray ballet flats as she glides across a glassy smooth hardwood floor. In another country, her sister Mary is barefoot, piecing her way across a black [...]
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May, 2024
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May, 2024
Pockets of Resistance
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: four seasons, scarcity, paradoxical, starts working instantly, 3,000 miles, money, it’s a breeze, pockets of resistance, until I begin to write, [...]
12
Apr, 2024
Franz Marc’s The Fox
In honor of National Poetry Month, I'm sharing some ekphrastic poetry I wrote this past year. Ekphrastic poems are written about works of art, most often visual art like paintings [...]
29
Mar, 2024
Adventure in a Labyrinth
Last week I was generously invited to join a group of friends who have been meeting every year for decades to whale watch at Point Arena Lighthouse. On our third [...]
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Mar, 2024
At the Border
When Jenna arrived at the border, she was surprised to find a guard at the gate. His jaw was square and his lips were pinched into a straight line, as [...]
15
Mar, 2024
Paper Birds
Striding through the airport this morning, Destiny notes the typical presence of newspapers—Wall Street Journal, New York Times, USA Today—held aloft by focused readers in pin-stripes and gray flannel, wing-tips [...]
8
Mar, 2024
Dust Mote
I am a dust mote, a speck, a barely perceptible particle, created, not from nothing, but from destruction— the breakdown of something large into something tiny— tattered leaves crushed blossoms [...]
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Mar, 2024
The Secret to Rubber-Soled Shoes
The Secret to Rubber-Soled Shoes The secret to rubber-soled shoes is that they are often imbued with the ghosts of deceased dogs, dogs who were loyal and eager to serve, [...]
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Feb, 2024
Alligator Pears
In a land where the river was filling with salt, and the water was creeping into the garden patch, the iguanas climbed high and the sloths slunk low, and the [...]
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Feb, 2024
Bread Cats
Because it was my birthday this week, I decided to re-publish one of my very own favorites. Meow. . . After midnight the day-old loaves of bread in the bakery [...]