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INTO BEAUTY
If he did not write it, it would not leave—such was the way of spirit and mind. If he did not write it, thought would dwell, and he would feel ugly and shamed by its presence. But when he wrote, instead of shame, he found catharsis of release. He wrote it as a […]
GENEROSITY
GENEROSITY “Do you want the rest of my cereal?” my youngest son asks. “I do!” I answer. Every meal, he always leaves a bite. Every meal, I gladly finish his plate. We both know that it’s a game, that if he leaves a bite and I eat it, he is freed […]
POEM IN DREAM
6:30, I wake my youngest son. He is still in bed, eyes closed, and under sheets; but his mind is alert and moving. “I’m writing a poem,” he tells me from his bed. “That’s awesome!” I respond. “I was writing it in my dream,” his eyes still closed. “I’ll leave […]
SPELLBOUND
Practical magic: isn’t that what it was? Love and lust. Enchantment, captivation, spellbinding of another into fulfillment of one’s will—or giving of self to theirs. She felt it then in entrance to room, wind stir of blow through window’s open that danced the cream-toned drapes of window’s frame; pulse of light in mauve […]