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Another morning and the dog is laid up— tendon that burst like an overripe tomato, sutures, a jagged scribble on her haunch, bandage near her vulva where a fatty tumor excised since we’re knocking her out anyway. She’s ripped,...

when I walk in the forest and hear the river rushing I feel your presence near in the branches above me for the trees have eyes I see the world anew and feel your presence surround me as I float along the river for all life has...

I see you in my reflection I am your echo the DNA stamp of you I am the very shadow of you so much of me was formed by you that I cannot be separated from you when you’re no longer here I will still carry you deep inside of me...

floating on the surface of my lake and of my mind Monet, my lilies and I together with my memories of the stories that I heard from my mother growing up of her trip to New York City as she was just a girl and the time she went...

we taste the fire from miles and miles away grit between our teeth Canadian fires Marshall Fire they are the same a thousand homes lost lives forever changed I watched the homes of my students burn on the evening news and wept...

Oh, it was so long ago Written as history or perhaps lore. Yet somehow, some four thousand years later, The lesson is still taught to the young by the old. The sinful cities of Sodom and Gomorrah, Where angels sent by God Found...

How can I write Something beautiful Yet meaningful, Something shining Bright like polished gold Something radiating the love Hidden in your eyes? How can I write Away your hidden tears, Your regrets, your fears, Your past pains?...

It was the day before Christmas and mist formed over the East Branch of the Westport River, a rebirth of water from heat and cold, evaporation that morphed to condensation. It sets the stark report of the foreground, a...

Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player. -Macbeth- The soul or self by body is firmly bound; both eyes and brain bind sight as if by strings. Motion too, by nerves and muscles, is a game of sly warp and weft on the body’s...

The deeds I can’t get out of my gray head are those of the lithe polyamorous. Oddly, that thought gives way to a darker one: a sad, furious and muscular nun. Like Christ in the temple, she’d start a ruckus and soon end any...

Father Monan, president of Boston College from 1972-1996, dedicated his life to the service of God, university and community. With a life so dedicated to learning, he never saw faith as wanting in proof. Both, like links of...