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The End of Silent Film

My eyes once stole everything—kickball and windstorms, lindens and cruelty—and each night, behind their lids, I’d study the reels: childhood flickering in empty seats. Age 11, brother’s latest castoff appeared in my doorway—a Commodore 64. I paused in the orange … Continue reading

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Eight Ways of Looking at Washington

I. Half mile up, Delta flight speeding over Cascades purple and wisps of fog on Route 20 where silos sleep below sugared peaks—evergreens fixed spearmint sticks on gingerbread roofs. II. Above the lake at Newhalem, we hike Gorge Creek Trail … Continue reading

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Second Child Blues (Birth Order Matters)

Behind the hungry cheetah             a skip of leaves; after the torrent of flame             cave cool under tuff; beneath July’s garish booms             the smoky bay.             Photographs trickle, fierce beat of years before you now wisps of fluted time.             A gift, too, … Continue reading

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