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I am a leaf, falling, surrendering, I will not cling, like a mitten on a clip— No, I’ll flutter like a bird float through this dizzy blue forever fall freely letting go, or winter will never come and if winter never comes spring will never bloom I am a leaf, falling.
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Cicadas Their maracas shake in dark trees: even indoors, windows closed, fans on: they thrum, thrum, a constant presence, insect-induced tinnitus I like their cascading drone, insistent announcement—we live! Humans, greedier than any insect, haven’t killed them off, not yet, unlike the passenger pigeons, once so plentiful flocks of them darkened the daytime skies for…
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Yesterday morning at seven-thirty, I went for a walk. The sun was streaming down Evanswood, turning the street into a golden river of light. Across that river, in the neighbor’s front yard, a trio of deer placidly munched hostas, unbothered by the dog walkers and the pack of school children milling at the…
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If you’re from the Midwest, it’s hard to imagine the colors at Ghost Ranch. Even if you’ve seen Georgia O’Keefe’s paintings and dozens of beautiful photographs. My Ohio home, lush as it is, looks faded in comparison, dully monochromatic. I feel like I’ve been colorblind until now, and am suddenly cured. New Mexico is red-orange…
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“It is all very beautiful and magical here–a quality which cannot be described. You have to live it and breathe it, let the sun bake it into you. The skies and land are so enormous, and the detail so precise and exquisite that wherever you are you are isolated in a glowing…
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So excited–my newest sci-fi short story, The Cloud, was selected for inclusion in the June issue of Black Denim Lit. Read it and let me know what you think! Thanks to my workshop and Avery for reading early drafts; your comments were so helpful. http://www.bdlit.com/the-cloud.html
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I’m just back from an amazing week in Bloomington, Indiana, where I attended the IU Writer’s Conference—for anyone considering this conference in the future, I’d highly recommend it. Come well-rested—you’ll be too inspired to sleep much. Teachers included the amazing Jim Elledge, who just won a Lambda award for creative non-fiction; Christine Sneed, inspiring master…
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I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding. –John O’Donohue
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Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? –Edgar Allen Poe In 1849, Poe wrote, “It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.” Dreams, in other words, could be viewed as endless…
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For the second time in two months, my computer system has died. I’ve tried all the forms of digital CPR that I know, to no avail. Last night, I fell asleep with visions of data recovery dancing in my head. I’d reformatted (ERASED!) my hard drive, zapping out years of data, and then launched Time…
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