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Usually we take breath for granted— until we can’t— fires burn across Alberta, smoke drifts to Pennsylvania and beyond— I can’t see the blue tower, across the Allegheny just two miles away, I’m short of breath and my dog pants...

For a moment at sunset a rainbow lay on the lake a blanket of color as sun set in shades of purple and pink, while a jet and its contrail cross the sunset, a loon drifts on the lake, her chick a passenger on her back. I wonder...

Coffee doesn’t donut by itself. It needs a hand to connect them, donut in bag, coffee in cup. The hand holding the bag doles out the donuts, or doesn’t, depending. I want the chocolate-frosted; so do you. I point out you forgot...

Can historians pinpoint when we forgot how to talk to each other? It was long before “woke” replaced “liberal” as slur word. Terms flip like flopping fish cut off from their kin, stick with a persistent glue. The division’s...

Where is the poem that can carry me? I want to be useful as a pulley tied to a tree on a bluff, yet delicate as leaves floating. Where is the poem that touches the bottom of the sea, finds Atlantis? Stopped by the albatross,...

Barefoot young girls rejoice like soft spring emissaries curling grass blades between toes singing lamplight songs from dawn till dusk, voices leading a forest chorale. spotted fawns frolic stags rub velvet from antlers does...

I. There’s a musty smell inside the shell. Rusty nails and splinters. I can’t begin to count the bugs. Right now, I see a spider. II. A clown car heading for a cliff. Leaking fluids. Spewing fumes. Panic. Fury, Engine fire. Big...

Toys drown in the shallow end. The quest for more chlorine. Someone slips a cannonball. Another balks a dive. I’m on the ladder next in line Wet feet. Dry throat and pounding heart— my sea legs turned to gooseflesh.   Frank...

We were lost on the way, gathered in a garden, all microcosmic in the sense that a place can mean almost everything and still just be a place. Perched on a cliff, yet rooted. At the center, music, fleeting presence in what is...

While rummaging through the hallway closet today, I found an old photo album. I flipped through the pages, but stopped at one particular picture from 1943 that entranced me. I stared and stared, as if looking at it for a long...