Monthly Archives: November 2014

How to Hug

We cuddle babies properly when we conform their chests against our own, and raise their scented scalps to meet our lips. They see a face, they feel a heart; this holding plays a vital role with infants or the ill. … Continue reading

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Regarding Water

Dehydration The air is dry, and so am I within. We set our clocks to standard time, and yet the temperature’s too warm for fall. My skin is parched to paper and I’m wet with sweat but nothing else: no … Continue reading

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Thanks

Can life much better get? I feel today as wise as 90 and as lithe as 10, vivacious, self-amused, about to play at work and working play for gain again. I’m somewhat irresistible. I’m told I speak too loudly, but … Continue reading

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Conversation

“I get it now. I know she wasn’t a virgin. But I have no idea why she lied to me.” “Come on. For the same reason a man would lie about sex. More or less. To create or avoid reputation.” … Continue reading

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Unbuckled

The question: do we have a variance in attitude that’s gender-based? Do brains of males more likely sense the broad expanse of forest, while the women see the lanes of trees, and note the shapes of leaves and seeds? It … Continue reading

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Sun-entry

At 9 a.m. the sun’s a silver plate suspended in the fog. The air is chill and laden with the saturated weight of hanging water. Distillations fill the spaces in between the blocks and bricks that pave the way I … Continue reading

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Cousins (3 of 3)

I guess the crisis with my cousins came when I was twelve. That’s when they really got into scrubland hunting, and I became a pacifist. They’d take their air guns and hike behind their houses to the undeveloped low mesa. … Continue reading

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