The island of self I return to is washed of all edges, completely smooth, as if all the loss and struggle never happened. When a stranger asks how I came to be here, I have no way to light the stories of being saved from myself into a fire that can warm us. No way to paint the joy of being here across the sky. I only know that no island is separate below. Only an island in what it... Read more
I have lost my way, but have found the small fire which can never go out, though we are terrified it will. When I first came, I passed you by. I passed the sap oozing from the maple as I passed the truth seeping from the quiet ones. Now birds out of view cry and I know they speak for spirits long gone from the earth. Now when strangers bump and ask, I hesitate, not holding back, but unsure which... Read more
The Givers Once the doctors broke their huddle, her uncle leaned in, “What would you like?” The little girl beamed, “A white piano!” It took him three weeks but he had one waiting in her room. She played it every day like the medicine it was. And the guitar player stopping for water on his way through Virginia, hearing the gas station owner on the phone, “I got no choice. I gotta put ’em down.” The young man keeps telling... Read more
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