Monthly Archives: September 2022

dreams, part 11

After an emotionally wrenching day of working on Florida papers and an evening of watching heartbreaking news reports, I finally fall asleep. And this is what I dream. I have just finished running. I’m sitting in the car, which Emily … Continue reading

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they went flying around in the rain

With their hearts they turned to each other’s hearts for refugeIn the troubled years that came before the deluge— the prophet jackson browne__ Because of the quirks of newspapers, economics and technology today, I live in Phoenix but edit the … Continue reading

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no feet keepin’ score

You dance to the moonand you dance to the stars— the prophet denice franke— The moon doesn’t care how your 401k did today. The moon just wants to go for a run. No deadlines, no anxiety, no bears. Just stride, … Continue reading

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things i wish i had said, part 101

“That’s why I always keep a box of snacks, a rope ladder, a pile of Seventeen magazines, and a cot on my porch. You just NEVER KNOW.” — annabelle cheep

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please, no more therapy

But he just took polaroidsOf her smile in the light— the prophet shawn colvin— I’m halfway around the mad dog loop when I see them coming. A flock of geese soars just above me, a silent v in perfect formation. … Continue reading

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