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? […]
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BUSY WORK
Busy work. I resent it with my life—because that is the cost. Be purposeful, work purposeful. If there is no purpose to the labor beyond staying on a clock, or killing time—go live life. You don’t get it back, and there is nothing good for the soul in wasting time and life […]
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CURIOSITY
“Would you like that?” he asked, curious as he gazed to her across in room. Anna read in light of candled hearth, its many sources coalesced into glow as single flame amber in the hue that glowed and bronzed Anna’s tan of skin and left golden her paler parts left -bared in warmth […]