There were days when the greater stories would not write, and when such was, he wrote the ones that would. So it happened—at libraries and bookstores, coffee shops and street sides—as Annie read or rested near to him when she would feel an energy shift: energy of eyes and attention in sudden fix […]
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BLOSSOM-HEART
“There is only so long that a person can keep her enthusiasm locked away within her heart before she longs to share it with a fellow soul, and Alma had many decades of thoughts much overdue for sharing.”—Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things He had a quietness that listened, and eyes that […]
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PIECE AND PURPOSE
“YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE!” my mind screams as I watch them together: my son and his music teacher, as they laugh with personality energies at music jokes I do not understand. I am happy for his excitement and for him to have someone able to enrich both a talent and the enjoyment […]
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TWELVE-YEAR OLD GIRL
She is twelve years old, wears Under Armor shorts instead of Umbros—a difference of brands and icons across generation’s change. Her brown hair holds hues of red that express daily ever more to her mother’s, and when weather and air are right, they wave naturally without effort, care, or work. She is smart, […]
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WRITING SPIRIT
In quiet room, Annie read by light of showing sunrise, golden as it broke, and enrichment of aura from lamp of soft-white glow that, near, illuminated self and page before muting into oneness with room and sun as it dispelled into room beyond. Outside, Annie looked on the shadows of trees silhouetted in […]
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NOVEL BEGINNING
Emma was composed in warmth of an autumn love that took and beget as Life, making entry into world under announcement of Perseids’ star-fall and light of colored trails in sky-celestial rain from Heaven onto earth. As with Bethlehem in history told, there are some souls born, modest and unannounced, by world that […]
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ARE YOU HAPPY?
“Are you happy?” my seven-year-old asks out of the blue, and it takes me by surprise. We are playing basketball on a Little Tikes hoop at my grandfather’s home. I feed him the ball to slam dunk, but a part of me is distant, and his question draws me back. “What?” I ask, […]
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SMALL SUCCESS
He rested on the porch reading with the falling sun listening as crickets and cicadas resumed their songs from night before, their sunfall scratch and cadence that seemed eternal, ever-present in night dying light and eves, building strength as summer days waned, a false forever until—one day—it was gone as becomes to […]