Enveloped

  from your garden please send a pinch of parsley in your next letter and note the moisture closely i will measure travel time this way then send back word of a stenographer who lost her job screaming G-d will not be mocked and another fired for typing I hate my job during a trial […]

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Back in the Day(s)

In the first three weeks, I would wake up (though to say wake up you would think I had been sleeping, when, in fact, I probably had just put my head to the pillow) and my eyes felt like sandpaper. My body ached, and I just felt dirty, no matter how many showers I took, […]

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long light

don’t remember what emptiness is but the heart always scars like a poetry mouth in this city with you slowly is the only way to land even as we/ let me know what the beams say when you step outside how returns shine we hope the rest of us remains this is where it’s all […]

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My Morel

It’s springtime, which means foraging opportunities are back in full. The prime time for tender leafy greens, chickweed, miner’s lettuce, violets, etc, is passing into a tough fibrous late-stage. But now the spring mushroom season launches. My glee for plants and mushrooms has expanded with the acquisitions of a new phone, the Galaxy S4. With […]

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Snapshot: Franklin Park, 1950s

Both my father, Dave, and his younger brother, Keith, are storytellers.  They live across the country from each other, Keith in Oregon and Dave in Illinois. If I could have, I would have gotten them in a room together, given them a beer, and pushed, “Record.” As it is, I asked them to write to […]

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