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 […]
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FROM PAGE
To his words, his touch and leaving, all of she enlivened: warmth of her skin, heighten of sense; imagination, vision, and see in mind; raise and tinge and nerves of her ends to sense and complete of vision’s see; lowering and slowing of breath as she gazed on open of they yellow […]
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YELLOW CRÈME
“There is a beauty in the openness, don’t you think?” he asked to Anna as she sat at morning table in open light of open room, empty—open—page before her; lines of blind shadows and cast of pen, near to but not quite parallel, in crossing of the line-ruled spacing of the page; […]
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FEAR TO FOLLOW
Wide open pasture, I keep to the path worn by habited hooves. It is easier, no grass or forage to catch and drag feet through; bare, solid ground, heading straight to destination I know—the drinker I turned off to encourage cattle to corral where I’ve worked them; treating and cleaning eyes because they […]
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GARDEN THEOSOPHY
There is never enough time for everything, even when time is all you have; so make time for what you can. Prioritize as you see. There’s much to do, but first I breathe. I look, assess—how to be most efficient—and then I waste time. I waste time in the garden, as some […]
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PINK SKIES
“The kids are in town for a funeral…” _____ They made him nervous, funerals and the tribute at the end, way sometimes overdone in early form of shaping legends that depart from true telling of who it is one was; the way people come home, to make time in death for another who they […]
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MAMMON OR GOD
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 […]