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Puzzle
The rain falls like puzzle pieces dumped from a satin bag in the sky. Excited, my son turns each droplet in his hands...
Andy
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The Spirit of the Law vs the Letter of the Law: After Reading 'The Family-Separation Files' About the Trump Administration's Zero-Tolerance Immigration Policy
Terns carry no pass- port, respect no borders, write long-titled haiku - Read The Family-Separation Files here
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In Praise of the Two Jehovah’s Witnesses at the Camarillo Train Station
I am no less a propagandist than you. I understand the impulse to spend hours at a sleepy train station for the chance to...
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People
Falling in love is like swallowing grains of sand to recover the pebble you skipped across the pond by your childhood home, the ripples setting in motion every marvel, every horror of your life;
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Distraction
After work, I rest in the wispy warmth of a waning December sun. On the table by the window, piles of half-read books leer at me and I at them. In the fading light, a hawk swoops by, hungry. Hungry, I reach for my phone; looking down, I spot a pile of dust, make a note to sweep it up
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Opening Line
Last night I dreamt of the perfect opening line to a poem that would, I had no doubt, piece back together the crumbling world. It was a line that drew you in, breathless, that made you drop everything—coffee, that online shopping cart one click from arriving at your door—and pay...
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How Much a Kiss Can Release
Mind abuzz, body stiff, I take my meds and wait for rest. For by now the clouds have come and gone and brought no rain, the dishes are put away, all juice squeezed from the day...
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Don't Get Me Wrong
“The only difference between a flower and a weed is judgement.” - Wayne Dyer I have mistaken Ragweed for Goldenrod, alleyways for gardens, watched th
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If I Had My Way
If I had my way, I suppose there would be no shorelines, no dying light sinking into bruised-blue lakes, no dead poets, no Libraries of Alexandria...
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Regret
I have put pen to much that I ought not have written, including, perhaps, these very words. I have mistaken Ragweed for Goldenrod, alleyways for gardens, watched them torn out,
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High Interest Rates Are a Climate Problem
In 2008 I was a graduate student with almost no understanding of the financial system--I couldn't even explain the difference between an interest
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Sincerely
Dearest, I meant to prove myself worthy of every challenge, up to death itself. The day began with feats of strength, like getting out of bed and bru