Last (and maybe first) cigar of the month, lengthening days, warmed in flannel, I sit with evening sky. My throat is already scratchy and achy from coaching a morning full of basketball games. What harm is a cigar on top and to wind day down? Evening’s colder than they’ve been. Winter is […]
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Short Story
LIVING SEASONS
Winter was near to end. He dreamt of the farm. He dreamt of spring—of summer and autumn too; of her fair of skin at spring’s begin; the way it changed, like woods and world, in live of the follow-seasons: fairness given color-tan; freckles, like dappled flowering of flesh, breaking on her skin; colors […]
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PAST OUR ANGER
Do you ever stop and think how so many of life’s blessings, gifts, and breakthroughs begin of moments that seem anything but these. I witnessed one this week. Wednesday, Ash Wednesday, we went as a family to evening mass. Our youngest had baseball just before in the gym of our church’s school. […]
Short Story
CHANGED
In make of the miracle, her body changed, and as with many changes—even those that are good, blessed, and gift—she was uncertain. She was uncertain she would still be loved, desired as before, and in conscious of the change, she was reticent to live such open-free as she had in life before. […]
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SUMMER SCENES
She dreamt of mountains and he of fields, both in summer’s season. In both, she wore a summer dress—burgundy and scarlet in free-flow and fold and catch of shadow and sun—and white hat she wore for shade; summer freckles over her skin—shoulder tops and bridge of nose thinning in face-spread. Each dreamt of […]