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butter soup
the guests at table 41 are making out. the couple at 42, scowling. i can’t say i blame any of them, there’s only about two feet physical distance between the tables; a mirrored alcove of intimacy and starched white linen, the tables standalone yet banquetted together as they look out over the enormous gray and…
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monocle
i remember how the late summer grasshoppers jumped like tight corn kernels in a hot oiled pan. i remember how my teeth would squeak and sink into the lip of the styrofoam cup; the smell of the icy cold milk inside. i remember the early september day our cellphones wouldn’t work and how we walked…
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pictures
it feels something like offerings at the birth of christ. when we arrive to nebraska my husband robert’s beloved aunts gail & cindy gift him stacks of ancient cigar boxes brimming with pieces of his missing family history. pictures of his aunts with his father, their brother, first as young children and then as young…
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reflections
the neck of the great blue herondoes not crane at my arrival she does not gawk as i reach for my camerafearful of her fleeting beauty she thinks nothing of the way i motherof my daughter tossing rocks at an otherwise still lake
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2-minute warning
for tony (via sid) the week before was too hot and in the evenings we ate ice cream from donna’s anchor-hocking glass milk bowls; mint chocolate chip and buttered pecan. utterly unsuspecting as we moved cold sweet cream from the white of the bowl to the roof of our mouth. donna’s bowls, while solid and…
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the cabin
a spring born earthblooms full & abundant now feathered ferns, tremble greentheir storied past beneath them brambled sticks shoot thought-filled arrows at a late july sky. while ancient rocks lie wide and flatsoft and belonging too lazy moss blinks fuzzy comfort at a northern flicker still in flight as an unhurried sun shinesfrom somewhere above…
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a heart that splits
a heart that splits is not a heart that breaks or tears, it does not grow as with the birth of a child. a heart that splits becomes two halves, no wholes. and once split it never regains its wholeness or its form, the softness of its red, the inexplicable curve of its beauty. a…
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dear diane,
thank you for your most recent installment of “in diane’s kitchen” – the five minute cherry fluff? it doesn’t get quicker than that, does it? i remembered the cool whip & canned cherry pie filling, the mini marshmallows & crushed, drained pineapple pieces, but christine use to add nuts to her cherry fluff (there were…
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peas
sweet long podsborn of small white flowerssit hidden like jewelsin a summer jungle the wind has tumbled and tangled them to one anotherbut it was the rainthat caused them to shoot highfor the sun-bleached fence tops above a nested mess of allure and wonder;a study in complexitythey catch my eye, play tricks, stake claim:this is…
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pantoum of a memory
it happened to a family i didn’t know, in a town where i thought i knew everyoneit was the friday before christmas, nineteen ninety, i was just ninea fire began in a trashcan under a sink; on the first floor of a beautiful sleeping housein the stony-still woods an oily nest of rags spontaneously burst…
santos scribes 