Monthly Archives: August 2016

Voices in my Head

I consider myself lucky; I hear voices. Right now as I lay here, I hear them in my head. They’re almost always arguing. When they’re not, they’re silent. They never agree; at least not all of them. Thankfully, I don’t … Continue reading

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The Moon

My intuition gurgled up and told me that emboldened she would hold me, that she’d correct, but never scold me, and she’d ripen, yet never mold me. She said that into coils she would fold me till all roiled from how … Continue reading

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Cloudforms

Birds fly high and turn; circles drawn in heaven. My words they try and yearn for clear dawn and evening. I uncurl swirls into worlds. The motes in my eyes trace notes in the sky. I float up and lie, … Continue reading

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The Birth of Emerson

In honor of my son’s first birthday, here is his first story: Part 1: Nesting Our pregnancy was remarkably without complication, but from about week 37 on our anxiety rose precipitously as the much awaited “guess date” approached. We were … Continue reading

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