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He purloins words, plants them in clay pots, hoards them in mason jars, hides them in drawers, stows them between socks and undershirts. Sometimes he pets them, runs his fingers along their intricate contours, coaxes puzzle...

Gravity seems to pull less, and feet drift above asphalt. The street flows far beneath my invisible sneakers. I have no hulking form, no limitations in this murky evening air. Cracks in the sidewalk try to slow my pace....

Drive down small-town streets with pastel green lawns and white-painted porches— with treelined sidewalks and no one you know. Get out of your car. Tiptoe to a window at dinner time. Observe the family, good or bad, maybe a...

Its emptiness lies in the forest. The canopy has yet to echo conversations with dear friends, this lack of color not a muted memory of understory greens dancing by a campfire. The smell of decay fails to call up laughter as we...

A man pushes a cart. Papaya beckons me. I don’t know Which is louder— The color orange Or his nasal call? Đu đủ! Đu đủ! Waiting for my guide, Sticky sunrays Gather strength. My shade umbrella, Its ellipses of primary colors,...

Sphecius speciosus, you’re shocking, sickish! How you paralyze cicadas with venom, drag your victims down ground tunnels, lay eggs under trembling wings so your babies can grow up munching on slow death! From above, your nest...

Hope. A vision. My folded hands, tree limbs touching far outweigh the raging fire, the burning root that no one sees. My pills, the singing birds a false freedom. What I wish. A quelling of fire kindling ready to blaze at any...

I need to write. To be right. In the norm. A flower blooms. A tree blossoms. The pulling of roots. I’m listening. I’m hearing. What makes the ground move? This pen. My paper. A flower’s stem. The tree’s trunk. Wind stirs. I...

As I sit, sudden brightness pierces my closed lids. My thoughts scatter. Sunglasses might help to lure them back. But my energy is slowed by the warmth of this welcome sun. Ahh. Does it matter today I wonder? I hope not. On some...

The long sad winter pulled our souls into hibernation and left us struggling into spring. We don’t automatically awake from such sleep as seedlings do that have to reach for the light. We all ponder the nature of our...

I’m haunted by dreams of a mysterious place. Imagined or remembered? It’s possible I was there once. I knew of a safe grove of trees whose trunks stood protectively around me and whispered messages through the air. I...