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Is the ocean surrounding the island or am I surrounding the ocean?
Here I am pulling up a chair. Here I am rearranging the balcony furniture to face the water. Here I am lighting a coil to keep the mosquitos away. A red solo cup full of crushed iced and coffee sits on the table in front of me. For this trip I chose a $13 vanilla…
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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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The sense of nothing 