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Softball Gloves and Kitchen Worms.
The soursop sitting on the counter has started to turn brown. The skin is prickly in my hand, the brown spots like cowhide covering the green. Underneath the soursop sat a worm. A worm on top of the kitchen towel mats felt jarring. It’s not supposed to be there. A worm in the kitchen. A…
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The hummingbirds, bees and butterflies all drink from the same flower and always have enough.
The entire month of May I was a whisper of a human walking through a wind tunnel. I functioned with enough energy to make my bed, move into the living room and make a new bed on the couch. I stared out the window until I memorized all the individual shades of green that colored…
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A cloud is a bird.
I am 33 now. That’s how old my mother was when I turned three. They say that’s the year Jesus wept. What do I have to say about boredom? Nothing. Wherever I go, there I am. When I first moved here I wrestled with the idea of boredom. Boredom or was it just me sitting…
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