Category: When the sun shines inside

Artist Jason de Caires Taylor creates life-size human figures and submerges them in the sea. As time goes on, they become home to reefs and fish. These remind me of Atlantis or some underwater shrine.

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“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. ‘Pooh?’ he whispered. ‘Yes, Piglet?’ ‘Nothing,’ said Piglet, taking Pooh’s hand. ‘I just wanted to be sure of you.’ ” ― A.A. Milne

We start small like a note – hummmmmm to a melody. How do we get to heaven if we don’t sing? Dad was proud of my voice, but I never let him hear me. Sing with me Sing to me Sing the parts that are he. Sing to the moon a guttural howl. What I…

Small fingers made especially small by bitten nails. Sometimes my hands already look old, but today they are brimmed with color. They feel warm as I lay them across the keyboard, hangnails beginning their petal peeling, veins protruding underground pipelines. I have my mother’s hands – not glamorous or manicured, but gardener’s tools. They are…

I’ve started playing soccer once a week with a co-ed team. I haven’t played soccer since junior year of college when I was 20 years old and I don’t know what happened in 7 years – maybe all the ass-sitting, computer-staring, cream cheese-eating going on, but my body hurts a deep hurt in the hips,…

I just found out that I get to raft Westwater again in October. The thought of being on the river again for a whole week makes so light I’m already there, dipping myself in the chilled muddy water, nestled between the red canyon as a small creature and nothing more. I have the days. I…

Last night, my mom saved a hummingbird. Trapped in the shop out back, she found it laying on the concrete floor half dead, heat-exhausted. This has been the hottest summer ever in Oklahoma since they started keeping track of such things. She told me she was glad to have 100 degrees instead of the weeks…

Tula curled into me last night. It was finally cool enough, it felt like winter the way she curls into us in the cold weather when her thick hair isn’t such a hindrance. She was under the covers, head towards my knees, I was on my side and she streeeeeeeeetched her muscly legs onto my chest…

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