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Blog: Spanglish On the Dock

I met my temporary neighbor today; outside on the porch, my dog barked and approached someone unseen off stage left. I no-no-no’d her lovingly and turned the corner to find a gentleman supremely startled by the prospect of her enormous bark, despite her typical furious wagging of joy and love, all while he tried not… Continue reading
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Blog: The Cut

The house is being fixed up and shown, and I have 3 carloads, 3.5? To make 1. The end was a mad dash to just box and bag, clear surfaces, and make room. Last night and tonight, I’ll be musing on the last choices, what really makes “the cut”, what can be left behind or… Continue reading
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Shards

I will pluck every shardFrom my mindYour venom touch No sleep, I want to hearPulls and popsThat tear the hush Counting each crimson chipEach small deathPunctures me pale I offer eachA gentle kissA quiet wakeA silent wail Time grew scars, tough and soreWhere softnessAnd delight reigned Azure lights lost to grayEach feelingFearful or feigned I… Continue reading