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Go on, take a piece of mine.Turns out, the heart regenerates even after we give a bit away,even when bits are taken. They’re not so much brokenas nipped at, though some chunks are larger, and heaven knows,we feel deep cracks … Continue reading →

Don’t be surprised if even on the darkest nighta new, holy light shines.—Steve Garnaas-Holmes, from “Leveling” Wholly light,entirely, comprising all,we find ourselves humbled by the dark,craving the sublimeglimmer that comes with every shy dawn,as we listen for eachbreath of one … Continue reading →

(in memory of MomJuly 6, 1931 – Dec. 21, 2024) Driving home at noon, coming downwhat was in our day a two-laneroad with a stop sign, I wascompelled to halt by a trio of lightson a tall standard leaning overthe … Continue reading →

What will survive of us is love.—Philip Larkin, from “An Arundel Tomb” Even if you feel that you didn’t get enough. Even if you feel that you didn’t get enoughfrom the people you thought should have. Even if you felt … Continue reading →

In Utquigvik, Alaska, the sun does not risefrom mid-November until late January. In Northern Norway the polar nighttakes over from November through the end of January, the sun lingeringa mere six degrees below the horizon. And at the north pole, … Continue reading →

What if, even as we die,we find that this time of advent,of waiting, this in betweenhere and gone, is notto be feared? That each slowing exhale,breath to breath to breath,is a kind of bardo, the liminal statebetween death and rebirth,an … Continue reading →

He is a maximum big-guy cat,cries as he walks around Mother’shospital bed in the family room. Normally, he’d be on her lap in herbig chair by the window, but nowhe’s underneath her, talking, as he does. And normally, she’danswer him … Continue reading →

(for Donna) Tonight as I am tucked into my warm bed,she is on the overnight in the housewhere we grew up, my womb mate whooccupied the same space two years after me, the little sister who, earlyin our lives, became … Continue reading →

Her father would wince when he’d hearMom call us “you guys.” To Grandpa, the fatherof two daughters, we were his preciousgranddaughters, and this usagestuck in his craw. And though we preferred our rubber-toedtennies (blue for my sister, red for me)and … Continue reading →

And now before dawn,a storm rages justoutside the slidingglass door, the suddenly barebranches of ourfamily treesshivering, dripping, as one of us insideis leaving, one whosestorms once ragedthough this house. She lies quietly nowin the family roomwhere we all watchedSullivan and … Continue reading →