Ride the gale
I sink in. Soft pillows cradle my butt and back. The sun slides easily under my straw gardening...
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Author: Sara Wright
Now that I’ve figured out how
I nudge the bent tree branches with a snow shovel. Snow falls wet and heavy off their sunken...
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Wobbly Now
I take a minute to allow hope and sadness to commingle like sharks in a tank. I run laps and count...
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Toe cheese for humanity
Wrong side of bed, anyone? I feel so demanding of attention. I want your attention. Okay, I answer...
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Holey Cheese Mind
(Seeking God*, chanting ‘Mother fucker’) More of everything I’ve ever wanted, chanting...
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