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Up here on the bank, I’m caught as a dry leaf scuttles into the water to sail a little while in the wind; my reverie jostled by noi..

Blondie!Here, Blondie!She was my best friendbeforeI even knew what that meant;mygolden bag of barks who followed me everywhere like to the combo p..

When we talk shop and turn ourselves inside out, something with no name happens that is not macro, not quantum. It is a thing that..

I’ve read about the Navajo survivors of the great invasion, I’ve listened carefully to the cadence of their speech and think we..

Anda one, anda two, anda... rhythmic shush of brush on cymbal stirs an old rhythm, something wet, warm… familiar, alaba..

I was almost seven, a kid exploring the world. The path behind my grandfather’s house opened like a cave to a steep decline into the l..

I'm old and too fat for my own good, so I've been walking a couple miles down county road 22, and back; I'm a boundand trueRomantic, and need ..

When your smile flashes and burns across my cheek, I drown in flames. Immolation is not fun, but an ear..

There is nothing so cleansing as a day among trees with a creek nearby. It is there you can smell each shade of green, ..

My private Pensacola jungle overlooked the bay where I was isolated in live oaks and Spanish moss. It is there I hid to read and be transpo..