Tag Archives: Michael Julian Arnett

Guarded Sails

I don’t miss the California sun. This northwest blanket of woolly clouds makes me feel closer to the earth. Cars glide below the bluff. Weak waves paw the sand. A skiff is anchored a few hundred feet from shore, content … Continue reading

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Electric Hymn

The electric bells in the tower ring across the pond to the hollow tune of “O Come Thou Fount” as they do every Sunday morning at ten o’clock. The trees yawn into the autumn sky. Four geese let themselves fall … Continue reading

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Orchard Elegy

We never had a forest, only the orchard across the street where we crackled the shaken walnuts beneath bare frantic feet, yelling words our parents told us never to say. We said them anyway because saying them made us feel … Continue reading

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