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Eros-Alegra Clarke A golden retriever born with butterfly wings

English - Writing, Motherhood, Life
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 1d ago

arm-wrestling

I have a friend who is arm-wrestling cancer. What she might lack in bicep-strength, she makes up for with a great selection of wigs, eyeliner, frilly undergarments, and a vision of a gopher-free garden, a garden where loofahs grow up to sing songs of exfoliation. I’ve been thinking about her all day
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2d ago

continuation

It is five minutes past midnight. I have waited for this window of quiet and it feels stolen. Earlier, Dan and I waved the children out of the kitchen, our small tribe of screech monkeys clinging and grasping and bargaining and demanding. “Out!” “This is Mommy and Daddy time. We’re trying to have a
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 1W ago

weaving

My children open their arms and my hours go diving in. This love is a gamble of amnesia; what moments will they remember? What moments slip through my fingers as ashes, as light that has flared and gone? My memories of the past are a favorite garment worn threadbare; if it were placed over my face I
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2W ago

excusement

Dan points to a spot next to the newly planted feijoa bush and says, “Is that a good spot? This time I’m going to dig it deep enough for several of them.” He’s wearing a flannel shirt and  basketball shorts and I’m wearing dirty UGG boots, cut-off shorts, and a Mickey Mouse hoodie sweatshirt from Di
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 4W ago

beginning again

My father sits in front of my laptop, a can of keyboard cleaner in his hand, and says, “You need to start writing again. Also, what the hell did you do to this computer?” At least this is how I remember it. Was it three weeks ago already? I sat at the kitchen table, side-eyeing [...]
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2M ago

seven years

I am up late with the wind. It roars like the conversation of a crowd, constant and everywhere all at once. I strain to hear my thoughts. Trees cast their shadows, frantic fingers dissecting street lights. All of this bluster is pressing against the hours I have to think. Yesterday, or maybe the day
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2M ago

on earth

It is humbling to stand at the edge of grief. There is nothing to do but witness and allow it to do what it does: transform. Hundreds of people have shown up for Earl’s tangi. At one point, over three hundred are accounted for. Dan and I stand at the borders of the crowd. We can’t [...]
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2M ago

Godspeed

The storm is here and now you are gone. The sky is grey, the wind blows the leaves so that their pale undersides are exposed. I walk downstairs and stand awkwardly in the doorway of our housemates’ apartment because I feel a compulsion to tell them they are like family to me. What I am trying [...]
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2M ago

clearing away

Tonight the storm moves toward us. I hear it gathering on the roof, in the chimney. I feel the horizon blurring beyond the walls of our home. “Why is there a storm coming?” Zaviera asks. I lean against the wall and sigh. “I don’t know, I might have to think about that one and tell [...]
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Eros-Alegra Clarke · 2M ago

dance

The last two weeks are a storm of dust and hoofbeats and hot breath on my neck. The taste of dirt and sweat in my mouth, my heart pounding, my muscles weak, my mind raising its whip high, high, high in the air. I can feel the stretch of my ambition, an arch in its [...]
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