While Willie watched football on a Sunday afternoon, Annette went to the grocery store because they were both on a diet and there was nothing safe to eat in the house, “Life is a diet,” Willie said. “It is if you want to keep...
Read MoreOne summer night decades after I had begun the perilous job of raising my children, I was having dinner by the sea with two beloved friends. We were speaking, not of ourselves as parents, but about our own parents. Both my...
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When Vietnam took all the boys and splayed them on the evening news, a boy, like most boys emulating most men, but especially in uniform, I was smitten with TV shows on World War Two, diluted versions without the gore, without...
Read MoreA note on my wall, pinned there for years, reads Forgiveness and Compassion. The memo’s role varies from reminder to plea to demand. Two vague aspirations, neither seem up to the task; neither word fits my intent; however, at...
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“Will anything Man does ever make sense? we were squatters but in the land of ritual and tradition the king was told rid yourself of ravens and the monarchy turns to dust from then on men in weird orange uniforms fed us...
Read More“Sneak up on me and I’m gone because I don’t trust Man especially Man sitting in my forest beside a campfire you’ll grab me make me work for you remember? The way you used to? took me out to sea and when...
Read Moreafter the day’s travel wilderness roads British Columbia the campfire crackles broken branches a sound like the wind in the trees a murky figure I stoke the fire and listen Tony Howarth, editor for dramatic writing with...
Read MoreJust a shade darker than my ever-lasting, crying out loud shame. Just a tad more solid, too; bound to the ground like hardened quicksand.
Read MoreAfter The Bath, by Alfred George Stevens Having donned her most intimate apparel, a lace-trimmed chemise which billows in the water just for this occasion, and piled her auburn hair upon her head, she knows there’s no time like...
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