For years he wondered when and where he would encounter her again. For years, mind imagined. For years, mind played versions and moments of scene, and as none ever came, in passage of time and years, he gave up on the hope and, too, versioned ideals that such would ever come. Then, in […]
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FROST DAWN
Frost covered dawn, silver lawn, her body in light the same; fair and pale in scintillate and catching of the sun. On white cloud of down, bedcover’s spread, she straddled and brought upon , his body raised in upward sit, embraced in take of hold, arms low and tight to low back behind, his […]
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REDBUD
She slept with windows opened and rose to morning room of surrounding cool. Air shocked her skin. Cool woke her sense as she moved in immersion of being. Sun rose in ascent, dawn’s hues of magenta and orange casts condensed into focal gold concentric around sun in horizon-break. With sun’s rise, morning […]
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MORNING RUN
“Dad, can we run the road in the morning?” my youngest son asks from top bunk of his bed. He ran the treadmill tonight. He benched a thirty-five pound bar with ten pound bumpers on each side after dunking on a basketball hoop hanging from a downstairs closet door. He’s been boxing me—hits […]
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WITCHCRAFT
Alien and unknown, enchanting in beauty and strangeness of mystique, they acquired legend in the countryside through periods of long absence and brevities when they appeared. Too tall for pixies or fair forest nymphs, too real of flesh for ghosts and as man must name and define all things—especially those whose understanding escapes […]
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DREAMLIKE
Skin perspired in strength of the love: close-held embrace, bodies’ fit; in last and build in force of the give, and too of take, in action of the make; in near and keep of bodies to hearth and kindled fire. Beginning as dew, building to beads slow running over skin; she wiped his […]
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WAIT OF SKY
Gray of sky, heaviness of still, they rested before the hearth, clean and smokeless fire with subtle pops of heat-split wood and the sweet of cherry’s burn. Both in lie, a distance between, they read in the heaviness’ hold, both in sense of the near to what was not yet arrived, sky’s burden in […]
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WRITE-BEGIN
They rolled the paint and saw the change immediate to eyes—romance hue real and true, wet in the fresh and new; low elation in her body that could not help but rise beginning beneath then holding in her heart and found outward passage through the eyes. It was making of a Dream. […]
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WRITTEN AND SAVED
“Dad, do you want to see how much I wrote?” my youngest son asks as I tuck him into bed saying “goodnight” and “I love you.” “I do!” I answer excited at his expressed own. “It’s down there,” he tells pointing to a desk that hangs from the foot of his bunk […]