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After the Retreat

They forecast yesterday tomorrow’s storm but let us bask until then in the sun, so I am walk-commuting April warm and morning clear, inclined almost to run I’m so impending with my rite of spring. I learned a little bit … Continue reading →

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Opus One

Inside myself with glee of me I sing. I build atonal choral club of one. Within my skin I harmonize this spring; I buried habit in apparel spun from caterpillar dreams. Now showers bring anointment to the gardens, as the … Continue reading →

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Base Ten (Part 3 of 3)

Dinah read once that if you don’t know where you’re going, any road will get you there. She loved her friend, but Annie could have been a poster child for the epigram. She’d never had a plan. She’d never made … Continue reading →

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Base Ten (Part 2 of 3)

She thought about Dinah-2005. She tried to summon up an image of her. She glimpsed someone who had strands of still-dark hair around her face. A body ten pounds lighter than Dinah in 2015, housing a mind more unhappy with … Continue reading →

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Base Ten (Part 1 of 3)

Mark dropped Dinah off after a full day. They worked in what had been their father’s office, so they spent almost as much time together as married folks. In fact, they’d been taken for a couple a number of times, … Continue reading →

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April 6th (2001)

The arctic always greets us one more time in April, pasting petals to concrete. Replaying slaps of winter, we sublime to cold without between, and every street is blossom-plastered, every bark is damp, the sky is an enclosing pewter dome. … Continue reading →

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Piano (Piece Five of Five)

Robert wasn’t attracted to me either. If it weren’t for the fact that he’d been in a relationship with a woman for twenty years and even married her when she was terminally ill (the poor woman managed to get the … Continue reading →

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Piano (Piece Four of Five)

I met Meredith when I was thirty-four. Almost mid-span. I wasn’t viewing the number as significant but my mother was, and she and my dad decided to take their first-born on a trip before the thirty-fifth anniversary of their parenthood. … Continue reading →

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Piano (Piece Three of Five)

So I was gratified when he asked me to the Winter Ball. And I felt like a bit of a celebrity with him. He knew the band, and I didn’t mind when he interrupted our dancing to help with their … Continue reading →

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Piano (Piece Two of Five)

My other boy cousins were so into sex by then that they were tiresome. Most of them were around sixteen and having enough wet dreams that their libidos were a new topic between their mothers. I knew this because, being … Continue reading →

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