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Let us praise the heart, how it persists despite fluster. Our rugged heart, broken and healed many times over, and yet its daily work continues. Today is a day for cleaning out the garden bed. Already we wake in darkness,...

My father comes every day, looks through the glass at me, in the incubator, so we can be together in our aloneness, later holds me in the palm of his hand where I gaze into his blue eyes, though I have no word for it. Our ocean...

The black walnut tree stands naked against an unseasonably blue sky. Migrating birds gone south, we are left with this: a rake, a shovel, a shift in time. Fig leaves, yesterday drooping like surrender flags, drop all at once,...

Yes, I do wonder if there is some sort of consciousness after we are gone. And as I just revisited a photo on my Facebook page of a long-time friend named Ray who passed away around three years ago, I’m wondering if he has any...

Pulling into my driveway about 30 seconds before Ester— my 97-year-old neighbor—comes up pushing a basket with a grocery bag inside, I get out of my car and start a little conversation with her, and around two minutes in, she...

Ah mighty beloved Mississippi, first glimpsed flashing past in newly green youth. Your aubergine waters flex curvaceous lithe muscles, like a sylvan sinuous snake, Moving, ever moving, to the sea. Standing I, now on precipice of...

(In remembrance of Henry Reed’s poems about WWII 1914 -1986. And for my many relatives who have served in the armed forces) Identity’s DNA fragments, swirling spirals of life shape-shift into naming And claiming of parts....

A whisper of saffron a flash of burgundy corded together spirit. The monks are walking A fine line along a freeway The monks are walking. From Austin to Washington 2,300 miles, foot by foot sneakers slide, bare feet slap....

A large hungry beast, lurking shadows stealthily wait to pounce. A split second only you let down your guard. The silent stalker waits, it is eerily silent like covid/Floyd times. Icy snow sparkle white streets empty. Even the...

after midnight a lone silence mellow soft light and floral aroma beneath soft silk blanket on satin-shine pillow slumbers into destiny a long love memory this tranquil seclusion feels like the very next moment in our history of...