There lived serenity in morning’s come, in cool of the air through window and door frame’s open, dew over earth, birdsong’s carry and arrive from over the fields and closer branches of their roosts; air’s waking of skin in effect of the cool, it’s touch sense-bliss before high-heat of day. Anna read in […]
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COULD YOU?
“Do you think it’s weird how everything’s connected, always, 24-7?” he asked. “We use a word processor, every keystroke, word, sentence, and thought is collected and analyzed by a third party; then turned back around on us for targeted ads? There is zero privacy in a digital journal—it’s all collected and used. Do you think […]
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RELICS
He read a story of another time, of a land before dam that defined it now: boom of the build and abandonment after—emigration of the people when means for way of life no longer remained; communities around church, only two, either one or the other—neither place nor welcome for his Catholic blood, […]
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ALL A GUESS
You can tell when a storm is near—even unseen in sky. Temperature change, by body shivers in constant of tractor’s cab. I turn the heater on, 86 degrees outside—winter-breeze moment before’s 92. There are shadows to the southwest, haze of not-formed cloud. From this, cloud becomes. There shadow streaks beneath, contrails of rain’s […]
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WEST OF TOWN
I plant the last of our first-crop fields, our only west of town. It is different country, as near as it is to the rest, and I feel an adventure and sense of levity as I drive into rolling hills of open land. Black-eyed Susan’s and day lilies line the ditches of the narrow, […]
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MAGIC OR GOD-GIVEN
They are just a few notes, same chords all play—but they are different from certain hands and certain souls, and you feel it right away. It’s something I can’t do, no matter how I’ve tried. Such is not my medium for affecting and touching souls, but when I hear it, I know it’s magic […]
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REPLANT
I replant the field. Most-ideal of a non-ideal situation—it didn’t work. Looking over field post-emergence, you can see the slopes and seeps and holds where water keeps—all of them were drowned, blank spots in stand of corn. July, I plant beans. Money for the nitrogen is lost; but decomposition of the ground […]
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HEART OF DAY
After, bed and her hair were mess—disheveled in their strewn. Seeing, Anna laughed of a mirth in recognition of both in body and spirit’s stay in free. High of sun, beyond the morning, there was a difference in day and air. “What do you want to do […]