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to you my scars of being a two-time survivor were invisible yes you knew my story and you loved me through it all and incredulously to you my scars were invisible you truly saw me as I was before 42 years ago free brave whole...

every time we’d host a party afterward, we’d reflect after the food was stored the dishes were done the house was tidied we’d sit on the couch to reflect together sharing the parts we’d enjoyed the most we’d bask in the glow of...

looking in the mirror I catch a glimpse of beauty, forgotten when I am smiling at the lyrics to a favorite song forgetting for a half-second that you are gone and my smile reaches my eyes again and those crinkle lines appear...

the scent of pine as match meets wick sends me to Christmases of childhood at Grandma’s house into the canyons on the Harley with you into the forest on the way to the lake pine wafts upstairs with me after the candle is snuffed...

Eyelids shut tightly, squeezing eyeballs hungry for dominant cavern blackness, gradually crawling forward, the absence of light.                                      [anticipatory                                        absence]...

Sudden silk lightly engulfs a face engulfed in darkness, known, even absent light, what is transpiring. Horrific strands rapidly ripped away, seconds like an eternity, a fearful question inspired: Where’s it at? Sometimes,...

I recall girls’ chants while skipping rope, while we boys played ball on the lawn, angering wasps as we’d abscond, simple pole-fishing, simple field ponds. Then … someone waved a magic wand, a spell with...

Oh…the wonder of it- this robin’s song… a testament of rebirth all day long. In measured notes and morning lighted eyes, the world needs to know this under blossomed skies. Cherry blossoms starlike in a winded glow capture...

Alone next to the sidewalk, the gooseberry bush with iridescent, teardrop fruit, protected by thorns, doesn’t need a partner. The Fuyu persimmon in our garden flaunts orange globes on its bare limbs, brilliant in October. If you...

Dry snowflakes swarm like bees around a trellis of bare grape and wisteria vines. The white frenzy could stir any thoughts, but it brings back memories of my first boyfriend: We run through a field after a friend’s party,...

Which is to say, old mistakes and disappointments lie buried under layers of leaves or brown snow. It doesn’t matter that the boyfriend who dropped you after sophomore year of college didn’t love you. Or that the plaster Indian...

I saw heaven in the habitat before me. In stillness I surveyed scenery. Soundly, you slept. Uneasy, I explored with soft eyes. Studies enlightened me. You sensed it; tectonic plates shifted. My fingertips crept up mountains and...