Radish Seeds Buried under Concrete

Peel away the layers white stripes, black tar concrete, steel bars Under the commotion rolling treads, flying rocks choking fumes, forward motion Under the worn highway a lost object not protected by the endangered species act A buried polaroid is fading a vanishing family history an ongoing universal story A home once stood a girl …

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Please let me dance again

Several weeks ago, I submitted a story to Dr. Phoebe’s site (phoebemd.com) and I am pleased to share, the piece was published last Friday, April 9th. My submission is a personal story about a few seconds that almost drastically altered how I move through life. Sharing the experience stirs vulnerability in me, but I chose …

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A Poet Prepares to Read

Only one more light before I turn left, then right. Ten more seconds to decide – Which lines will it be? What feels right on this Friday eve? Mind searching, scanning for the feel right poems. This one, too long. That one, too sad. Love is the answer that came to me, just before the …

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His last two quarters

An intimate and touching excerpt about adult children making end-of-life decisions just after their father took his final breath. A true story that is both highly personal and widely universal. ................................... “Have you considered what you would like your father to wear to the mortuary?” the hospice social worker, Shawn, asked. My brother, Nick, and …

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Fresh Toots and Warm Bubbles

This year, I must have been quite nice, because Santa appeared not once, but thrice. The first Santa smiled from behind a mask and courteously answered each question I asked. Unable to blow in the store due to Covid restrictions, but satisfied with her responses, I left with a box of fresh reeds and a …

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A Body that Transcends

Her body holds secrets that I can only hear if I sink into the liquid, and let her draw me near, as her ancient wisdom soothes, washes, and transcends time, thought, and truths. In the murkiness, I suspend my frame and my beliefs about what is and what should be and simply allow her body …

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