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Why does a bud unfurl if no one is there to view? A billboard of beauty blasts with colors and scents swirling in a limited theatrical release. The self-absorbed do not see. The propagandized solely seek a severed collection of...

During the year 1957, I experienced a spiritual awakening writing “I experienced, by the Grace of God, a spiritual awakening [and] in gratitude I humbly asked to be given the means and privilege to make others happy through...

driving along the country road in my old pickup truck more rust than chrome at this point I come around a bend and slow a for-sale sign catches my attention I signal and brake turning into the long dirt driveway I take a picture...

in a fog directionless even my cat looks confused tilting her head at me in silent scoffing where am I? where am I? where am I? I have become a ghost of myself since you became a ghost I no longer know my path since my compass...

although my feet are still I am on the move my mind floats free over the countryside out the window of the bus strolling alongside the hills and valleys feeling the ocean spray upon my cheeks my heart soars back to memories...

into rain-washed morning I wake inhaling fresh, new dawn into my tender soul birdsong calls me awake come into this day renewed from sleep lifted by love the clouds obscure sun’s light leaving the world and me a bit diffuse...

Warm air from the copper roof seeps into the living room, where pink urn plants droop over a radiator cover. You hum in the kitchen as I gather brittle petals that bite at my fingers like needles— as disquieting as our small...

Wet flakes of snow are illuminated by street lamps beyond the living room curtains. I step onto the fire escape— rusted wrought iron bolted to the red brick facade overlooking the rigid shadows of Hell’s Kitchen. Standing on the...

Our marriage of selves always worked— even in 1981, when no one would call it a marriage. Still, it felt secure without a court decree or piece of paper embossed. It never felt flimsy, impossible. It worked for a lot of reasons....

My neighbor, Charma, sips tea between throaty, wheezy breaths. She clutches a Tareyton and sends smoke signals into summer. Her hands are mottled and sun-damaged, arthritic thumbs bent into perennial no-votes; swollen knuckles...