* * * Son as Hawk look up, ma, ________________i am ________without edge or boundaries ma_____________i fly ________lift and rise with the currents ________________wave after wave this is my forever…
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“Do you think I haven’t seen what you just did?” My grandma said as I jumped, startled by her voice. I tried to ignore her as she approached the table,…
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* * * Bluebird___After The Memorial Granny was busy—sweeping and folding we’d not visited at all since she lost the daughter I’d lost my mother.___Granny, please sit. She perched on…
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Image Credit: Ayden LeRoux “What is Oliver doing this summer?” my grandmother asks, offhandedly. I’m in mid-coast Maine for a week to take care of her and my grandfather,…
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* * * The Marsh Everything is closed—the stores, the university, the parks, the beach— so I walk the road edging the salt marsh. The waters are out with the…
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The morning after the neighbors cut down the tree, my yard was quiet. The crows that for the last 15 years had woken me every morning like an alarm clock…
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* * * I hear their anguish before I see them. Picking tomatoes, I turn to look over my shoulder. Three raptors, two clearly Ospreys, their long legs outstretched and…
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The grackle has been in our backyard for a full day. My wife, Donna, noticed it yesterday afternoon, lurking around the bird feeder, a large wooden platform with a gabled…
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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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Year fifteen at Fresno State: empty classrooms and empty nest. I begin the online semester fearing that my efforts to gain institutional support for outreach to southwest Fresno in the…
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Although Fred grumbled about Mr. Varga and his make-work projects, he was glad to be kept on as clerk at the Super 88 hotel during the pandemic. Hotels around the…
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Paper Goong-goong Upon watching the PBS documentary on Asian Americans, my Mother texts us: I now know why my father did not want to talk about WWII or the past.…
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* * * Be careful with this hurt creature that you hold: a little bird, barely breathing but gently panting, after you quieted her heartbeat in your hands The softest…
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There are three things an Irishman should never do: admit that he can’t hold his liquor, fail to weave a good yarn, and confess to being down on his luck.…
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