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A Thin Veil
A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to witness the aurora borealis. The phenomenon was visible across a significant portion of the northern hemisphere, including here in the Pacific Northwest, for the first time in over twenty years. We drove to a few places on the island to find a good spot. The first…
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The Bunnies
The door read “Beef Barn” but inside Little furry creatures Quaked in cages Too close to their bodies. Red eyes, pink ears, Blue, purple spotted and striped. They shook. Stacked in six packs Fear filled the muggy room. A long hallway, unheated Bikes leaned against the walls. In the back, two rabbits, Donny and Marie.…
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RBG in You and Me
I loved Ruth Bader Ginsburg fiercely, like so many of you, and I found myself in deep grief the weekend of her passing. Scrolling through social media at all of the photos, stories, and of course, reading the news broke my heart again and again. But then I wrote, (I’ve been working on revisions of…
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This Is Home
January 2016 Winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest We will always be here, you said. This town and you and the rusty moon Under the browned trees and the night sky. The permanence, a brick house, Built to withstand earthquakes and silent explosions. Inside I am never the same. It’s a smack in the face…
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Red Rocks
Where are you already? I’ve been waiting for years Since you left the car at Red Rocks No admission for you. Only me. I thought you would find me again. You always did. Climbing fences and forging a new path. But you didn’t show up, and a part of me stayed. Sleeping in a row…
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I Am Livid After Googling You
Before typing your name in the search bar, I imagined you Bukowski. Dark struggle writing in a stupor. Facebook reveals a gray-haired suburbanite blowing bubbles with your daughter. I am a lobster shell cracked open and empty. The memory of your handprints on my neck. Hands that I once loved. You are smiling on the…
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A Burglar Named Sorrow
I am dressed for an evening on the beach, a cozy new Marc Jacobs sweater in a sober oatmeal with jeans, unlike the slinky, sleeveless crowd filling the banquet hall homecoming and toasting the birth of our nation’s independence before the fireworks. When you approach, the world is no longer a static neutral television set.…
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A Tribute to a Savage Magnolia
Some almost famous actors are imitators, Memorizing lines and affectations. The action-cool clichéd Hollywood dude, Shirtless gunshots and six-pack car crashes, All facade to hide their insecurities. But you summoned something otherworldly, Angelic channeler, laid bare for the world to see. Flawlessly flawed with a shadow on your shoulder, Whispering in your ear that it…
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Thoughts After Seeing “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty”
“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.” -James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty This is a movie for the hopeful. The people who see life’s unending potential. Those who believe in coincidence. Romantics who, against all odds, are not afraid to pursue their dreams. Just as water will boil when too close to the flame,…
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Can I Get an Amen for Making Amends?
I dreamed of a love I thought I had forgotten. He showed me his open hands and I fell into his arms. Like water without a pot, I could not be contained. When we started walking backwards, it seemed like a fun kind of game at first, a new perspective on the shape of things…
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