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In the tight confluence of Tennesseeridges, the sky above the tor out frontdiffuses from gray to dusty blue. I am up before the sun. My cof..

HERE YA GO I don’t know man, I was just sittin’ an’ thinkin’ about some of what changes when you..

STRAWBERRY FIELDS I sometimes did an experiment with my students because perspective is everything, well, except for the lies we t..

COFFEE Slow sip of steam and bitter brown. Ahh! Coffee! Out here in what’s left of the farm, in the garden she planted for me, i..

Cobs The old man sat in a worn chair, leaned a little to the right, his shirt coffee stained, and tobacco turned the cracks near his..

The darkened sun floats above ominous clouds, so my morning coffee has a harder job in the den where the lights are off. Sh..

CLUMSY OAF The author said, in her people’s wisdom, that no Native language has a cognate for “human” as separ..

On the beach, when the sky is bright with the blue of nothing but light, distance softens in the iridescent haze. Purple coquina peek from ..

The railroad clock in the hall just the other side of my doorhas a pendulum that ticks witha whisper when you first lay down,nestling into th..

CHAT NOIR This chair is a little soft in the middle, and musty… fits the book of Flannery O’Conner short stories I&rsquo..