Category: When the sun shines inside
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Midday bath
Inside it’s quiet and warm. Outside the light is hard, harsh, bright and cold. I took this photo on a day where the wind was slamming down people’s door, ripping off their screens. And I went outside and stood in the storm and felt the rain. I went out to meet her. I took the…
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Berry picker
I’m eating raspberries and hoping the seeds get stuck in my teeth. They are tart raspberries from California, but not like the raspberries in California that I’m used to. These were shipped off and freezing and I like them warm on the vine behind the garage when my mom would send me out on summer…
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Bats, moons, beer
They laugh in hearty wood tones. A cigarette lingering up through my writing room. The doors are open. THE DOORS ARE OPEN! And the moon. did you see the moon?! Oh, rising like a ship with fierce sails. An open mouth. The O in the middle of a daisy. Pat says she’s the closest she’ll…
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Sunday Morning – my saturday
It’s warmer and raining. The yard is full of birds. Sparrows, Starlings, the swoop of a royal blue jay into a red-armed bush; his crown high and kingly. Tula and I are watching the birds, the occasional squirrel pass by. Her tail is wagging ferociously, she stretches up on the window and scratches like she’s…
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Calm and working
Another one is soon. A couple of days and I’ll release her. My house is creaking with heat and water. The heartbeat of wood and stone is not like our own. There is no rhythm, I can hear, but it does not mean there isn’t one. A whisper, a knock, a ding. Each doorway is…
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People and spice
I’m watching fresh basil in a glass in the light. The roasted red pepper soup down and now the Vegetable soup is simmering. I have plants under my nails turning a brown and read (I meant red, but I like read) and green. When I bring them close to my face they smell like cilantro…
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27 and more
About two months ago, my dad sent me a summary of benefits for a life insurance plan he and my mom opened when I was born. This was the first I’d ever seen or heard of it. An expired piece of paper, jammed into a Christmas card addressed to me and my boyfriend, “Sir Patrick.”…
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She could have said playground
My friend’s 7-year-old daughter just asked her if “dammit” was a compound word. My day is complete. Peace out.
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Don't mind us
Don’t mind the mess of us. The phantom links, pages, photos that aren’t mine, but some I wish were (although they have a certain ‘stock art’ feel to them – moo). It takes a while when you move into a new place to get everything just as you like it. I’m still learning where the…