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Sunday Meditation #49: Things I Learned From My Mama
Sitting in the studied anonymity of a fast food joint, I wipe with a napkin the crumbs from my chin. It is a pause in the work day and surprisingly restorative, especially when I willfully i...
On The Salubrity of Garlic Burps Versus Chewing Chalk
It was the heartburn that had me reaching for an extinguisher. Not for the first time had my taste for red beans led to a rebellion in the esophagus. This particular revolt was robust in sco...
Gochujang Made Me Do It
It was a trip to get three things. Three. A loaves and fishes minor miracle that I walked ...
Sunday Meditation #48: We Are Imperial and Ridiculous
The night sky bears down on us with its scattering of diamonds on black velvet. The pale smear of the Milky Way slips in and out of vision, frustrating and captivating all at once. In the fl...
Jaguar in Winter
Blood slows after the solstice but does not stop. Sunlight is a precious metal mined from the space between the shadows of the leaves and branches. The dappled chest breathes deep while draw...
Sunrise on the headland and on the last day of the year. The storm of the last few days had broken up, rosy beams of light chasing off a few straggling clouds. Breakfast and a wee dram had n...
Last Known Sighting
Over the many winters of his life, the mapmaker Bradán could not recall vellum as old as that which lay before him. Rougher than the newer leaves, but thick and sturdy. The tiktiktik of divi...
Tide and Wrack
Things have been quiet here on the headland. Panes have rattled little in their frames, mostly. There are those who work hard to convince me that this particular silence is a good thing. I r...
For the Greater Good
Field notes, November 7th 2016. Approximately 3:30 PM.The walls were closing in, so I bestirred myself out of doors. Ambling though a local park, I heard some small voices raised to one anot...
Ant's Fear of Drowning
water was falling-risingin the humid fecund darklong before we kneweach others namesyears in the undergroundbefore her heart lit the gloommine knew it was lovethe day she said brightlythe so...
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