Category: Story
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So cold the sky
waves roll in, tossed over themselves by November winds that scrape surface up and over, up and over, coil under clouds, moan through cedars, find me here, damp, burying the roots of this sapling today as if in a ceremony of dark days, bewitched by the sky long turned cold and forceful, my magic increases…
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When walking through woods without my father
I am not sure if it is the breeze, wilder, more freeing than any in the city, or the wintergreen sending its scent up to play with the blueberries and pine that brings on this longing afresh. You would perch yourself on a ridge like this one overlooking the lake or a forested horizon, endless…
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It comes down to potatoes
It is as I come down this morning and remember having tried to put away five pounds of Idaho potatoes the other night to find you had stashed twenty pounds of sweet potatoes where I store potatoes and onions even though we never eat them and then having left my potatoes out because there was…
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The sea, my sea
The sea does not love me nor does it love me not it just pays no mind as it swells and moans pregnant with stories it cannot, dares not, wills not to speak The sea does not note that I am here nor does it note me not, its massive expanse absorbed in thoughts it…
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