What to eat for the world
I rehearsed today in the converted garage studio with the bar-lined curtains. This one middle note...
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Author: Sara Wright
Graduating grief, part 2
The finger prints that cover my laptop screen have a story to tell. But I’m not listening. I tell them I’ll wipe them off later, when I catch up with life and have it all together. You know that time and place? We can all meet...
Read MoreGraduating grief, part 1
I don’t want to lose my daughter to college next year. I’m already losing her to her real life and it breaks my heart every day. I am becoming the periphery, though loved and cherished. She’s got me mostly at arm’s length. I...
Read MorePurr through this
I woke in thick layers of dreams. One long slow cup of strong black tea later, and I felt my brain turn on at last. It hovers beside me and does my dirty work. It runs through my to-do list while the rest of me purrs inside the...
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Sing the unspeakable
I look up in time to catch rivulets of clear wax roll off the taper candle’s summit and, like...
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