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after catastrophe some say there are no words soul maybe we turn Allah Lord Jesus Buddha etcetera time is a propellant moves us forward reluctantly or with fortitude can take us back as well maybe we find a semblance of grace...

My little sister said you’re getting hair down there. Flushed, I said I know hoping she’d disappear. How unfair and beyond my control. My body had become full of so much I had to hide– explorations in the dark. I imagined...

The president dances beside the microphone the war is going well, no reason to doubt him, while people wave their signs while people wave their signs cars honk in loud support, in thousands of cities millions of protesters...

It was a neighborhood street scene, something that might have been an illustration in Tom Sawyer or Huckleberry Finn, large houses set back from a dirt road lined with trees, picket fences, a narrow brick sidewalk, a scene from...

Lost passports in Dublin, found by a stranger, taken to a Garda station, placed in a safe, handed back to us with smiles. A young man in Glasgow, approached us from behind, picked up our too-big suitcases, smiled, then flew down...

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...