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I close my eyes and see a blackened doorway with light bursting through the edges I am drawn toward the light pulsating with energy with the single question beckoning what life lies behind that single darkened doorway what joy...

I long for the day when each morning can begin with meditation and writing with no alarm to rise no schedule to follow no clock to wind just the longings of a single heart falling onto the page drip by drop alongside my tears...

right about now in mid-February I start dreaming of spring the first crocus harkening new growth new life the birds beginning to make their nests in the nearby trees for their eggs about to be laid the trees starting to bud with...

writing in the dark morning by candlelight and shadows the mysteries of life are somehow closer at hand pixie dust conjoined with fireflies rising from the bonfire’s...

My father brought home the first color TV on the block in 1959. It was a monster of a thing— a square, heavy wooden box on thick legs with a relatively small screen— flat on the top, curved on both sides— and a row of round...

Amorphophallus titanium: The Corpse Flower, dormant for 10 years, opens its eight-foot petals, blood-red on the inside, green without, a single phallic-shaped leaf rising 20 feet from the center, stench of rotting flesh in the...

Isadora Duncan. Pioneer of Modern Dance. Survivor of an impoverished childhood. A bohemian, feminist, Darwinist, communist, an advocate of free love with two children born out of wedlock. She loved her oversized red scarf,...

First they were her bones, then they weren’t, and now they are again. Found in the Pacific on the island of Nikumaroro in 1940, said to be the remains of a man instead of the first woman to fly across the Atlantic in ‘32, gone...

She enters her cab and smells last night’s driver. the Old Spice, the sweat. Cigarette ashes swirl inside the glass gondola as she pushes the steel door closed, folds herself into the hard cup of her seat and prepares to boot up...

Each stair she climbs is a latticework of steel with a view to the dock and water below. As she pulls herself up the ladders and steps, the sounds of semis and strads charging to life are farther and farther away. The grumble of...

These hands, gnarled now from the sacks and cartons, ship- borne, weighted with apples, filled with nails, hard onions and beans tilted and thrust upon the stacks below deck, the juncture of thumb and forefinger that grasped and...

I am the only woman. I don’t want to appear weak. So I learn to wear their armor, the armor they wear that says I am tough, I can take anything, I don’t need a union, or it’s safety rules. The dirtier I get the...