Her heart was a big broken vessel, cracked and glued, terra cotta red. Water spilled through its fine fractures…
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These flowers sway in the wind
These flowers sway in the wind
so perfectly,
I have felt that same bend
in myself.
I love the smell of the ocean when we hit that stretch of highway by Great Salt Pond.
I roll down the car windows and the salty air crackles, the ocean aloft meets me. My body changes.
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It was the summer of 1988. I remember us riding our bikes down the long dirt road flanked by fields.
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When a hard spring rain drenches me, I worry about the flowers, born without clothing to protect them from the cold snaps, the ferocious winds, the downpours…
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Inheritance. Something given. Something passed on. Collective, connected by an unbroken line…
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Yesterday, as I walked up the street, a small brown bird, a sparrow I think, was bobbing on the branch of a forsythia bush…
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