Category Archives: Prose

Desperation (#tbt)

Desperation… it conjures up images of a salty body prone in the sand, baking under a scorching, desert sun, dry-mouthed, so hot yet too dehydrated even to sweat; after hours walking, hours crawling, hours struggling to continue in search of … Continue reading

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Embers

The log swells; turgidity pushed to its limits. Wood cracks and splits as boiling water expands and forces steaming vapor up and out. Rather than dampen the fire, moisture is overcome by heat and the frenzy only increases with the … Continue reading

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Great Falls

I went to great falls today, and walked out to the overlook on Olmsted island. Two vultures with small, leathery, red heads and black, cloak-like bodies sat perched on a craggy outcropping of gray-green rock amid tall, bare-branched trees and … Continue reading

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Sound Mind and Body

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Erosion

Sometimes I feel like a jagged rock in a raging river; like an obtuse protuberance that rapids thrash against; as if I am surrounded by tremendous violence that it is battering me. Slowly, the currents erode my incongruous edges and … Continue reading

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Renaissance 

In the dream I am dead. My current physical body has ceased to function and exist. My awareness, though, is watching my mother‚Äôs kitchen. She is talking to my grandmother and aunt. She is distraught. She wants to bring me … Continue reading

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Frozen Thaw

Six lines split the world.  Their import holds the trees at bay on either side and clears a path below. Above, as if intentionally framed by this electric fissure, the perfect straightedge of a half moon glows. The morning sun … Continue reading

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