(From Kent Nerburn’s “Letters to My Son)
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MORNING RUN
Far and hard enough to drip sweat when I am through, I rest on a bench and listen to starlings in roost to lights and scattered band of flight across the morning sky. It’s easy to get complacent, to put off little efforts and actions that improve and tone […]
Short Story
THEN AND NOW
Daydreaming, she thought of soccer in youth again—bursts of speed, sharp of cuts, and how she could lift and place a ball precisely where she wished. Years and ages and time ago, she thought of now and how—a little slower, more easily tired, less crisp and sharp in cut—foot […]
Short Story
TRANSITION
They watched the river slow-roll past, high sides of the banks in low of summer’s run, mud’s crack and peel where what once was covered dried and broke on August’s sun. From the trees that lined high side of bank, crickets and cicadas called, and to the songs, in […]