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Running
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Learning to Live with Things
The problem is, I’m thinking I need to purge again -to get control over all the “stuff” and clutter that is a disturbing white noise. I imagine selling the house and moving into to a simple cottage, with a garden and a stream that flows just a stone’s throw from a sunny porch. I’ll get…
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A Light Trespass
an edge of orange spill from the coast paints the moon brown as the dirt we sow
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About Everything But
I worry that my children are still ashamed or embarrassed by me. I still talk too loudly – an American voice is placed in the mask – it carries (in more ways than one). It’s a matter of physics. What am I going to do? Adopt an accent? It strikes me as funny that this…
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Into the Woods
And tiny monsters can be muses. Unreliable, but they tap you on the shoulder just before you wake, and they whisper things to make your heart beat hard enough to force you to take notice: Your heart is beating.
