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run your fingers like a prayerover every bit of the world,saying quietly, with eachbreath, thank you forthis chance to love—Kai Skye because if thank you is perhapsthe best prayer, then we cannotutter it often enough because if the world has … Continue reading →

Definitions: 1. [ woom–uhn ] Noun: An adult female person. 2. One who, in certain places on the planet, is not permitted to determine what to do with her own body, particularly if she should become pregnant and does not wish … Continue reading →

Sure, we tell people, it’s because we love the town, stayedin the same cute condo in January, and because there were9 nights over Christmas when it was available, and our family didn’t mind our absence, and if actual winter—gray cotton … Continue reading →

Listen,the voice said,and I did,sit,and I did,resisting the urgeto ask why,and the voicesaid, rest a bit,honey, your soulwants to catch up, and I thought,you mean I canoutrun my soul?isn’t it like a shadow,always attached? and the voicesighed,as it does,and said,shhhh, … Continue reading →

Actually, from where we sit,on the patio in the warm(southern) California sun,we see at least 20 shaggy headsrising high into the blueon long columns, theirpendulous leaflets swingingfreely in the merest breeze. The seven closest seemperfectly arranged, a smallchoir of California … Continue reading →

I said some words to the close and holy darkness,and then I slept.—from A Child’s Christmas in Wales, Dylan Thomas In that close and holy darkness,yours,may memories arise in dream form: the wool-white bell-tongued ballof holidays resting at the rimof … Continue reading →

for Sue and Donnaand our parents Look what I found:pages from our childhoodbible, the one that arrivedin fall and we pored overfor weeks, working (at leastin theory) on Christmas liststhat we’d present to parentswith our eternal hope— pages selling trolls … Continue reading →

Twin Palms / Palm Springs They’re everywhere here,flitting about so fastI mistook them for butterfliesthe first days I walkedthe neighborhood. But ifyou pause, wait, you mightsee one land. After a day spent in bed, felled by something (not that thing)that … Continue reading →

said the hand-written signin a shop in the old movie-set western town, and I looked closelyto see what I might identify, not being well-versed in anatomy,and then I thought, I hope these came from animals, as I detectedbleached vertebrae and … Continue reading →

Who put them there? I askedthe postmistress of Pioneertownon the afternoon of the winter solstice. I meant the old typewriters rustinginto artifacts in the old West-movie set town,placed by someone more than a decade earlieratop kids’ small desks, the kind … Continue reading →