Monthly Archives: March 2015

Plateau

A little sadness circulates in me this week, like oatmeal in my blood instead of soup. I doggy-shake my head to free my neck for fantasy, but still I’m dead to flights of fancy: feet of clay in mud that … Continue reading

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Storm Holiday

Upon my bed at 2 p.m. I sit, a pillow pushed beneath a twisted knee. My step into the basement was a split on mud the flooded creek laid slippery. I didn’t need that step. I’d seen enough to know … Continue reading

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