* * * There is a little bird, I don’t remember the name of him, but he skims right over the surface of the ocean. It must be frightening out…
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* * * Recovery, Hawk Starlings circling for days peck at grass seed, lift to branches, skirting limbs to eaves and back again, fluttering jumpy, these birds, my legs one…
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On the Heels of Fate’s Vow, I Soar Bare, in a state of nature recumbent in my solitude staring through the white sash windows panes covered in mist the sky…
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* * * And I wish for a moment, a moment to breathe. There is my teenage son, his knee bouncing under the kitchen table; my father, calling voicelessly for…
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There was a period of time–six or nine months–when I became obsessed with Great Blue Herons. Or not really obsessed, exactly. Obsession holds too much weight, and this was something…
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Image Credit: Carsten Lenz There are four tunnels on the drive between the house I grew up in and the house I live in now. Four hours of black…
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Image Credit: National Gallery of Victoria, Melbourne, Australia Like most avid readers, I have long let Don Quixote, that seventeenth century tome of imaginary adventures, sit unread on my…
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Image Credit: Megan Perra You’ve probably heard this one before. When I was six years old, my father left our family. He left Virginia for Florida, weaved in and…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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I was driving the old blue Volvo northbound on U.S. Route 89 through Chino Valley, bound for Las Vegas, while feeling content just to drift in and out of the…
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WOVEN is an Entropy series and dedicated safe space for essays by persons who engage with #MeToo, sexual assault and harassment, and #DomesticViolence, as well as their intersections with mental…
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In the 2015 New York Times article “Please Stop Making That Noise,” Barron H. Lerner calls misophonia, literally hatred of sound, a “selective sound sensitivity syndrome.” It can be triggered…
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The summer I turned fourteen, my best friend Katie was in love with the chiseled lifeguard who presided over her community pool from his chair high up in the heavens.…
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I. i have spent my whole life waiting for crisis. i have built so much of my perception of time around endings. i have felt for so long the…
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