Monthly Archives: November 2013

My Boy

The sunlight slides down-and-across the wall. Partly reclined, I sit propped against four pillows (one too hard, one too soft, one flat as paper, and one Just Right) writing notes on Whitman and Miss Emily Dickinson. He comes in, grinning and waving, and crawls in beside me, bed-warm toes against my leg, reading the words […]

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Noted

I know. Life is happening. And I want you to know that I’ve noticed That even though you’re managing to do all the things You have to do, that you’re not doing any of them Particularly well. I’ve noticed, and everyone else has noticed, too. And we’re all surviving the fact. These 242 words are […]

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