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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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
LOVE-BEING
It was just the way it happened: strip and spread pulse of wave in morning passion-take; her flicker of tongue through kept closed eyes, arms in tight wrap of his neck, chests strong in match of press, her legs around his sides; low sweep of his hands, strong hold in raise; flicker-tongue to deeper, […]
MISSING PIECE
“For where thy treasure is, there is thy heart also.”—Matthew 6: 21 _____ Rain in the night, soft sound to window pane and wall in frame, she woke and sleep would not return. Circle wisp of ceiling fan in sound and moved wind-stir, she lain on her side and then on back listening […]
STORY-LIFE
In receive and reading of his art, she found permission and encouragement to make her own—creations from sentiments long saved and stored in guard, safe, for when mind and spirit were prepared to make something of her treasures. She went within, to all saved and stored and present still—wanting told and made into […]
OTHER WORLDS
I drove the road where “By River’s Bend” wrote into my mind—O Highway headed north in bends through the Big River Bottoms, old timber stands that open to wide, flat fields that are flooded for ducks in the fall, broad plane of timber and flood before rising back into upland hills beyond. There […]