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Smiling at the paper:  it’s telling him a secret (the secret of the margin-labyrinth) Look at the sky—it’s much closer here. Hazel starry The long eyelashes.       (more...

Waking up each morning Pieces of my skin stick to my sheets Flesh unbound, pulling away A viscous, visceral stretch in the direction of my movement, a line...

Eleanor’s childhood was still standing at the corner of Maple and Eighth. It had always been, seemed like it always would be. When she...

Every single thing that is alive communicates. All that lives from bees to trees, harmonyfrom root and branch to you and memust one way or...

A rose projects its beauty in so many shapes and colors.  The aroma of elegance brings a soothing comfort to the soul like the first...

I have never felt connected to anything, not even my own body. I am trying  to remember the last time I felt  I did not have to...

Recovering Irecover likestrength sappedfrom maple treesawaiting syruplike a broken stirrupon a runawaysteed its rider upsidedown being draggedoff intoa distance unasked forunknown or a ghostunwilling to admitthat deathhas brought the end ofbreath the sounds ofa...

For years I’d see Tim free fall from some height while sitting still in the backwoods of his life after his wife died of alcohol poisoning he cut...

So I was walking around the store, just out grabbing a few things for the house and I just happened to wander into the...

When I was a rock     I knew patience     and slowly,     my sharp edges     became smooth While tree     I knew squirrels,    ...

This morning, I ran to the edges through the tall grassss across                    the          ...

You always told me to let loose. Live a little. You said that life was too short to be holed up in a dark...