June 29, 2025: We are still behind in the fields. I worked late. I will start early, but before I do, missing Mass, I want to read what it is that will be spoken in Mass I miss. It is a confusing time in the Church. I don’t mean that in some soul-searching, […]
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AKIMBO
Wind blew from the south as story told, but it blew of a change different than heat, drawn to cold and storm in north. Anna felt that too, the subtlety, and a coolness instead of burden on summer wind; sky clouded in broken pattern of clouds in wave on wave; bright of their […]
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SAME
“Do you mind when new stories write nearly the same to old?” he asked. Anna smiled, laughing light as spirit made and shone same of the question. “Why should I mind?” Anna answered back with question. “They’re your stories, your thoughts. You’re the one that puts them down. If the thought is there […]
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TO THE ROMANCE
In morning wake, rising sun, the romance was returned; not in words but gentled giftings that stirred and raised her from her dreams; down-draw of the sheet that covered her, warm; cool of the morning air, telling too in dew, across her body, bared; cup of his hold to high of her breasts, mouth’s […]
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NO WORDS
“I don’t have a story, romance or words tonight,” he spoke. “I’m tired.” “That’s alright,” Anna affirmed. “You’re allowed to be tired. You don’t have to always keep pressing believing something is expected or required of you. You’re allowed to be human. You’re allowed to be real—just you as you are…I still love […]
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BEGIN AGAIN
Rain was brief. It came and went and left behind a humid in the sky. Night songs of the summer restored again to full and clear of their cadence and tones. He listened still, feeling the humid-heavy of the air, finishing cigar in place of rest, and when it finished, he rose. […]
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RECONCILIATION
I stop at Walmart on return from the field. I buy fish and laundry detergent. We are out of both. Home, I sit on the porch as a storm rolls in: flashes of lightning and thunder to north where I know tractor and planter rest, dead and idle in the field. I’m […]
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JUDGMENT
I didn’t get stuck in mud on a hillside—though I nearly did three times. I nearly ran out of gas—before the funeral time—but fuel was delivered to the field. And so I ran. I did not go the funeral where I knew that I should be. […]
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EXAMEN
It doesn’t look like I’ll make it to the funeral. I’m not sure how I feel about it—or maybe I do but don’t like what it says. I know the fields are running. I know that we’re behind. But what are a couple hours with respect to a life in full? […]