Here’s How It Will Go

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The chest cage and diaphragm, with expansive spirit, cooperate one last time, the discomfort at the depth of the intake a reason to pause, with a sense...

Stay Close to the Willows

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Is a country way of sayin’ remain near home, don’t venture far, keep nearby.   Once you embody shadow under the pine’s umbrella and grace the riverbank, turn around, go no farther.   A...

Zoom Fatigue

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Farmer’s Market in Pandemic

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The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...

Harbinger

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On my walk I notice a hint of yellow on the arched branches of forsythia that grow over an old rock wall— the stones handpicked for fit not...

Love in the Time of COVID

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Our little mid-century ranch, with its limestone exterior and big picture window, sits clustered together with other mid-century homes—tri-levels and A-frames—in a neighborhood that...

How I Became Greta and Alan

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For an absolute stranger, Bob Coyne calls a lot. Over the past two years or so he has called at least once and sometimes...

Ventilator Moon

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A streamlet of breath trickles into shuddering pink caves. Adjust the settings: percent oxygen, breaths per minute, tidal volume. Perhaps tidal volume charts the moon’s pull in anxious blood, a...

Shame and Blessings at the Coin-Op

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Just before the virus drifted into the world, a friend I’d recently met texted that she was nervous. Her washing machine had broken at...

Crumbs

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I’m prone to guilt, coming as it does in crumbs and great big slices. Or sometimes as the entire pie. I feel it right...