Category: seasons
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buried treasure
I’m not sure if I want to run away or stay completely still. It seems to be one of those days – neither here nor there, a chair in the corner in shadows – a little sunlight on the arms. I feel selfish and despondent and lonely and like crying and why? Today is not…
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drowning
I was saving a woman from drowning. The water was bath-water clear and I dove under, her foot caught under a rock. She had the same river shoes as me. It took two tries, but I got her loose and held her body above the water. In water things are so light, people are so…
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I need…
I need to get back here. I’m starving. I’m green. I’m sprouting springs buds from the skin under my nails. I don’t care that it’s fall, that it rains, that winter will come. will always come. I don’t eat. This fills me more. My attention span shorter these days as the days. I read my…
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The rain
Today is a day of excess. I can’t even see the lines the water is so deep. I’ve become a bird flying in the sea to catch fish, a woman who can’t walk in her own heels. Water is coming out of places I didn’t know water could come out of. Drunk in undercover garages,…
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Not so scared
I’m taking my friend’s daughter camping this weekend. She’s been afraid of the bears and the foxes. Asking us if they will eat her. I tell her no. I tell her they are more afraid of her. “Why?” she asks. “Because they think your mom smells bad.” And she smiles a little bit. I tell her…
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The red tomato
I see a red tomato hanging like a Christmas bulb in my next-door neighbor’s yard. Every one else is green. She stands out strong like a woman in a red dress on a night out. She’s tall in her heels, tall on her vine looking down on every one. She’s juicy and she knows it.…
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August Heat
August has shown its teeth. I can feel it gnawing on the side of my head, the piranha pressure above my ear. I have read that I’m not alone in feeling at odds with myself. It’s in the air, the last of the pollen, the flowers screaming to the summer’s end. Do we all feel…