Tag Archives: Kelley White

John has grown concerned about the emotional well-being of stuffed animals and wooden toys.

The way their button eyes dull with hugging. And their paws lose stuffing and claws. He wants their ears to stay available for listening. But it is alright if their mouths don’t speak. The stuffed ones seem better for hugging, … Continue reading

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Far be it from me

your old shirt hanging on the clothesline mud outside the door your tools arranged just so shelves full of empty boxes, crates, rusted wires broken bowls and I’m waiting every evening for you to come through the door you have … Continue reading

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Treat all your wives equally, and if you cannot, marry only one

Meredith and I sit over cocktails with Ben in the airport lounge before he flies off to his mother’s memorial. We amuse him. We laugh frequently. That doesn’t seem too peaceful to me. Mine is a Brandy Alexander. I wasn’t … Continue reading

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The new moon is the hook you hang your hat on.

They’re cutting down the forest around your bed. The dear leaning birches, and the chickadees that flip in the feathered branches, the soughing wind crisp with pine pitch on your tongue and the rough promise of bark scrolling papercuts along … Continue reading

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