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Miniature Mandibles

I’m reading outside with my bare feet on the firepit stones when I feel something like my cat’s tongue on my toe. I’m reading intently, in the few remaining minutes before my daughter returns from soccer practice and my attention … Continue reading

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Thistles, Hemp, Coreopsis

Rain moves in; the heat moves out. I get up from my desk and put on a long-sleeved shirt. My older daughter and I — just the two of us — make pesto and spread it over a pizza with … Continue reading

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A Creamy Moon…

… rose over the hillside. Like a surprise, the moon simply appeared. All day long it often seems, I go about moving things — words, dishes, weeds. Laundry from the line to the basket. My own sometimes tired bones. Then … Continue reading

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Working Days

At my desk this morning, I realized all three of us are working this week — myself and my older daughter, and the younger sister now, too. At 14, she’s a junior counselor in a camp for a week — … Continue reading

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Kitchen Floor Grit

Saturday morning before work finds me with a rag and the vinegar bottle, hands and knees on my kitchen floor, working. The 10,000 things? The mysteries of the universe? The uncountable varieties of growing things in a Vermont July? Scrubbing … Continue reading

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Car, Deer, Collision: Tuesday

Driving to work, listening intently to an NPR piece about the capture of Saddam Hussain, I hit a young deer. As these things often go, in a kind of slow motion I see the deer leap the guard rail and … Continue reading

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Left the Shoes on the Back Porch…

After a day of brilliant sunshine, rain moves in during the night. My daughters’ cats, in the screened windows, wake me with their hungry mewing, against the background chorus of steady rainfall and birdsong. Arriving home from work, I see … Continue reading

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