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what will this summer hold now that it won’t hold you I have two classes to take both are have-to-dos versus want-to-dos I have my plane ticket for Michigan to see my friends the last week of summer but that is forever...

I sit in the gloaming on my front porch inhaling the fresh scent of the world the humidity of my just-watered flowers soaking into the night the trees making me oxygen through their photosynthetic leaves the gorgeous perfume of...

with love let me be very clear so there is not a shadow of a doubt I love and respect Michelle Obama when she was in the White House as our First Lady emphasis on the word lady and afterward as she has continued to remind us...

my heart holds yours today anniversaries of their life of our loss demarcations of gone-ness leave me hollow and bereft grief is not a straight line no matter how hard I would like it to be in the cracks in your heart may joy...

It was a party I didn’t even want to attend, I’m not much for dancing and we were just friends. Somewhere between the chorus and the second glass of champagne, It started to feel different when she was saying my name. Caty...

A voyeur of love was the life to which I’d resigned, Preferring to be a witness to what could never be mine. But the moment I first heard my name on her breath, Was the moment I realized I’d been starving to...

We float north downriver where forest gives way to tundra at midnight orange sun floats on horizon in the distance Arctic Ocean ice real borders are not those of nations but places tundra swans and snowy owls know so well we...

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...