*orchids tumbling in the air, scot-free. Upstate New York Gray (no. 1) skullcap gray cream-yellow gray blue-linen gray moon gray peek-a-boo gray dismissive gray altar gray collar gray…
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As reported, the floods consumed the brown house in record time and scope. After a week of storms, the river rose forty-five feet, submerging everything from the kitchen cabinets upstairs…
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The ancient Greeks found a breeze, a hawk flying. I look outside the window – An evening sky. The trees are swaying with – no, not what I thought. Something…
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Sasha hates sixth grade. Her walk home across the college campus to her house is the only break she gets, because she also hates her narcissistic, hateful, intellectual snob of…
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Down East Homecoming I pull the Subaru into the dirt parking lot alongside Doris’ Luncheonette and stare at the yellowing white siding of the two-story building for a few minutes.…
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The sainted wisdom of summer If you’re sitting under a ficus benjamina and fine powder falls from above, likely it’s the work of someone grinding, a recent squirrel or…
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I am sixty-five years old and dating again. Way too old for starting over. The rain lashed down on slick San Francisco streets as I drove across town to meet…
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Headlights February is not the ideal time for a road trip to northern France, but the moodiness of the sea, wind and sky appeals to a certain breed of…
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The Unknown When I arrived at the Bryce Canyon National Park entrance, I tried not to let the ranger’s heavy tone dampen my spirits. “Half of the park is closed…
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Small Talk Broadway Market doesn’t make the best egg sandwich in town, but they do make the cheapest. Plus, they serve up hash browns, sometimes two for the price…
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Amazing the stab of pleasure A sweet immolation Warm blood flooding the cooled interior An ardent hiccup in the breast This, from the tread of my shoe in the mud…
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When I was a kid in the Inland Empire of Southern California in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s, there were days the phone would ring, and an automated voice…
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MARRIAGE SEASON Wind came on the tails of eighty degree days, when clouds broke open and a thick snow fell. I realized, then, these hills are called black for a…
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There’s a small bleed hole in the airplane window, where crystals form between panes to regulate pressure. Beyond that, a white light punctuates the wingtip. Small clouds make shadows at…
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