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Unrattled

Eight and a half years since we dumped your ashes beside a prickly pear cactus up the steep desert trail on the hill overlooking the house where you suffered so, rattlesnake country, where Wendy and I had stepped carefully around … Continue reading

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2 A.M. Confidential

After midnight, maybe it’s the dark or the season, or the distance or just the nothing at stake anymore like when you’re already soaked through in a downpour, we can really talk about what was said and how it felt, … Continue reading

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Peppermint Tea

The day is yawning to an end with me on the couch writing this poem, listening to Greg Brown sing a song set in November ’63 on a cd called The Poet Game, and don’t you know I’ve written many a … Continue reading

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Cranes

Already April and still I had not heard the cranes. Wendy said they were back, just not to our field. I wondered about them all night. What had happened to the breeding pair that comes to our field every summer? … Continue reading

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Period

When you died a part of me died too. The part that believed in second chances, that everything will be alright, that faults can be mended with duct tape, that holes can ever really be papered over and forgotten. The … Continue reading

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Occam’s Razor

Maybe the simplest explanation is that the boy fell from the sky. It’s hard not to think of Icarus. The boy went missing last month after he did yard work with his father and the family ate pizza. The father … Continue reading

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Take My Bulgarian Joke Book. Please.

Take My Bulgarian Joke Book. Please. (Words from a story by the same name by Michael Kimmelman, NYT 31 October 2010)   Gabrovo, Bulgaria. The sign leading into town reads, Welcome and good riddance. Black-and-white photographs from the opening day … Continue reading

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