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San Francisco Mourning

San Francisco Mourning

I’m old enough to remember the day Kennedy was shot. Also blurry Neil Armstrong’s echoing, static-y words amped all the way from the Moon. I was pinned up against a playground chain link fence when we heard that our President…

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Drive-By

Wisteria hangs in great dollops from the treetops, the faint purple drapery escorting me to Aiken and Camden, Bethune and Rockingham, its aerial artistry choking the tallest pines. Driving through the Carolinas on a lavender road I’ve navigated for years…

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While You Sleep

Still hunkered at my desk, as if to stop the night sky brightening, the Leylands lifting from their winter canvas, pastures, singed with frost. Night is like a holiday, I can do anything I want with it— unlike the day’s…

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Cut it Down

https://youtu.be/bGFiOY7ohNA   Moving, death, and divorce—the stressors of life. No one wants to be told she is not a tree. That she doesn’t grow roots. That she doesn’t speak with other trees, that she doesn’t sing to them. Not after…

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Upcoming Reading: Out of Time

I'm excited to announce I'll be reading at Out of Time, hosted by the Why There Are Words Literary Reading Series. Out of Time, hosted by the Why There Are Words Literary Reading Series. Thursday, November 10 at 7 PM, at Studio…

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