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Revelation At Dusk
It is not love wrapping its wooly fleece around my shoulders that wakes me It is not the bouquet of flowers left at the door that enters my thoughts It is not the knowing look in another’s eyes, giving my existence a sense of meaning, that crosses my mind. No, it is...
The Pumpkins Are Going to Make It
I think the pumpkins are going to make it this year. There must be enough in the neighborhood to keep the squirrels eating courses, traveling from house to house like we’ve always wanted to do ourselves: first course at Winnie’s, second at Connelly’s , third at...
Waiting
I wake in the night. I lay quietly for a while hoping sleep will set in. Out of the corner of my eye I see slow, intermittent sparks of light pass the window. It feels at this hour as if I have access to other worldly powers. I lay in the silence for some time,...
It’s Always Been About Love
From my first memory of leaning into my brother who I loved so much by three years of age I asked him to marry me. From his scanty eyed looks when I made poor choices, to his defense if I was poorly treated. It’s always been about love. From my kiss on his...