Category Archives: Reprint

Concealed yet permanent

I knit you a yellow wool hat with grosgrain streamers to tie under your infant neck. No ultrasounds existed so I selected a unisex color. Later you wore wooly hats handmade by my mother; she always made a pom-pom from … Continue reading

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Falling in Love with Better People

Mornings: This is us falling in love with better people. My eyes are closed. The wind cools my skin as the porch swing rocks back and forth. You’re on a rocker chair a few feet away, moving forward and backward, … Continue reading

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Martinsburg, West Virginia

We were in the state side of the jail. My cellmate would sit and make faces at the federal prisoners from the window. Every meal we got a roll and he would save half his roll and feed it to … Continue reading

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The Reverse Spotlight

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” ~ Matthew 5:8 A small black square within a silver rectangle. That’s what the wall of @NOW looks like from The Desert Sky. The Desert Sky? I’m sure you’ve … Continue reading

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Cut Flowers

You never liked them: beautiful but rootless. Spring was your season: you sat by the open window watching crocuses and tulips outside grabbing hold. In December you were admitted— a borrowed hothouse room, its windows sealed: cut flowers filled a … Continue reading

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For a Better Society, Teach Philosophy in High Schools

The past year gives one the suspicion that American society is dysfunctional. Our Congress is useless, our institutions inept. Faced with the terror of existence, young men react with violence. Faced with manageable problems such as reforming health care, our … Continue reading

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Homeless Gary Busey

Ian Davis was an orderly man. His closets; length and style-organized on color-coded hangers with pleasing symmetry. His refrigerator; logically structured by height and food type, anything with pending expiration dates moved weekly to the front. He scrubbed his kitchen … Continue reading

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