Monthly Archives: March 2014

Artemis

She’s hunting in the language of her birth, encompassing the landscape with a view to catch the drama of the rolling earth, the heat of rampant life, its form and hue. Invoking wings for ankles made of clay, detecting roots … Continue reading

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Verdance

Like fans of green-on-yellow filigree, the fronds unfurl among the shaded vines. They ply their color light as silk and free as air upon the denser ivy lines. Like grapes, except the clusters rest on top of deeper sturdy green, … Continue reading

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Furrow

I guess I have to call this mood depressed. It isn’t that I’m worried – I don’t frown or shout or cry or even feel too stressed – but time sits on my head and holds me down as if … Continue reading

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Bed (Part 2 of 2)

Laurel continued to love that bed after she stopped loving Tom. But the mattress failed a year later, exactly when she put the house on the market. She had to empty it of water and fill the frame with pillows … Continue reading

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Bed (Part 1 of 2)

Laurel disliked her childhood bed. She was one of those kids who never needed to sleep much, and her mother was one of those parents who believed in a child’s bedtime for the parents more than for the child, so … Continue reading

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Tumbleweed

The plant matures to arid as days pass, withstands the wind more weakly every week till pummeled and untethered, makes a mass that tumbles free and frolicsome: a freak and vagabond that travels whither when and how the currents of … Continue reading

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Infant Wisdom

The zircons in my lunch companion’s ears are much too large for Saturday at noon. Transparent as her ego, false as tears of petulance, each signals like the moon at dawn: a circle empty as a hole against a surface … Continue reading

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