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What is truth without reconciliation?

There is no balm in Gilead. Today, the faces staring back at me through time, black and white photographs, eyes wide, curious, wondering what we’ll do next. They were babies. Bible study in the church basement. At home tucked in … Continue reading

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Finding a home in everything

A seashell A patch of sun A poem A stamen of a poppy An elevation A state A nest A blade of sedge A crevice A breeze A stem of fennel A pillow A thin scrap of soil An embrace

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A witnessing

I sit here, typing away on a keyboard, connected to the power grid and connecting a series of microchips and parts I don’t know the name of, always hoping that my computer is backing itself up into the cloud. Whatever … Continue reading

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She’s saying things

She’s saying things with her mouth these days They make me stop, pause the chopping of whatever thing and the folding of the whatever thing and the walking whatever thing to whatever place it should live. Counting aloud to herself … Continue reading

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You’ll be two.

You’ll be two tomorrow. And for a moment, as I was rinsing off the dishes from dinner, looking out over the neighborhood and the trees swaying in the foggy breeze, I felt hollow, for a flash, a prolonged moment, an … Continue reading

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Look up.

I look up and summer is almost here I tuck Celeste in to bed, shutting the door behind me And walk across the hallway, stopping under the skylight I look up The breezy shadows dancing off the walls I wonder … Continue reading

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Noticing.

The wall of fog looks periwinkle next to the pink sky above it. It’s the view from my bedroom window right now, as the sun is setting somewhere over the Pacific. It caught me, one of those moments of awe. … Continue reading

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A Charlie Brown Christmas

I called home today – the home home. The home of my youth, of my family, where my mother sits. On the porch swing, admiring the weather, the bright hues of tulips and yellow jonquils blooming, how green the grass … Continue reading

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As she grows

I watch her in my 40s now It’s called horizontal parenting She jumps, just starting to get a whisp of air time both feet inflight at once She dances to the beat in her body I tell her she can … Continue reading

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Kelly-green tie

After he died, we stayed with his body, in their bedroom, in the house they have been in for 50 years. For hours. In and out. Crying, laughing. Staying busy, being idle. He had on a favorite grey Notre Dame … Continue reading

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