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She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring you tidings of great joy.) She never let a stranger-child go hungry, even with that big farm, big family – drove my father nuts! It’s a…
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Migration
Five billion years — we must find a new home. Five billion years — the earth falls into the sun’s…
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Willows
Early March and the willows, brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning…
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Haiku, Japanese Garden
The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by,…
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Famine
Even desperate for water in the desert the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. …
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Loneliness
One clove of garlic, chopped, sautéed in olive oil, a handful of spinach leaves steamed, rice noodles boiled. An…
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Alki Point, Minus Tide
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Amanda runs through the shallow waves in her pink sun-suit and rubber boots, yelps as she holds a crab, its single pincher snapping. Amanda grins and flashes the new…
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Wing-Beat in the Grand Canyon of the Colorado
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You have said your good-byes like prayers, used to the words on your lips; your child has the shape of your eyes, but the shade of resemblance dances away. …
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Apricot Moon
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Ignition on, the key worn down almost straight now, on the dashboard, a pack of Camels lying on maps among rock samples and tufts of tamarisk. Shirtless, you lean…
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Prism
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The glittering water pulses with rainbows, tosses off colors, swirling, a flutterance – no thought of loss or want or farewell, brilliance for a shilling or a dime or naught…
