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Pee-wee and the Swarm

Maybe they timed their flight from the hive to match my morning round of chores. Maybe they wanted me to see them go, majestic as glitter...

A Hundred Sunrises

Only through the photograph of a friend did I see the shades of fireball orange, candy pink, and smoky lavender that painted the sky....

I Wish I Had Taken a Picture

The hill at the back of my dad's childhood home separates a modest expanse of grass--a tiny backyard haven where we picked apples from my...

Twelve Dollars

Steam from the cup And snow on the path The seasons have changed From the present to past I knew even before I saw the white feathers,...

Waiting to Blow

He stands proudly with stiffened shoulders, cheeks puffed as to nearly usurp his smug stone smile. The sparkle in the eyes of this...

Lost in the Dark Gray

He's joyful as he glides like a stunt plane along the cement hills and ramps at the skate park. He's riding a scooter, the...

Digging Up the Mint

It must have been an imposter: leggy, medium green, and without fanfare, it grew in great bunches where there had been mint last year. I...

Breaking Free

He plotted his escape, because he knew he had to go. Forty years after first reading the beloved story, I am still learning the lessons...

The Demise of Mr. Happiness

I'm getting better at cracking open the boxes of my hives. I had better be, as beekeeping season is upon us. When I check on my bees, I...

When the Dusky Sky was Most Beautiful

I found them at the hour when the dusky sky was most beautiful. There was a small spot of darkness on the mounded snow, just where the...

Lost, For a Little While

It was easier when I could just carry them. With both the trusted old purple hiking backpack and my Ergo newborn front carrier strapped...

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