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Dead mums staggered in the flower bed outside the kitchen window and rattled their bones at me all winter long. Today, under a warming sun, I bent and broke their brown branches at the base where new green leaves...
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After the meeting I feel depleted, empty. I return home to the house, the woodstove, the dog and cats, the gerbils tucked together into a tight ball in their plastic tunnel. This internal absence follows me and I try to open my hands, my heart to it. I...
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I never envisioned being the kind of woman who drives around with a dog sitting sentinel in the passenger seat – I’m a cat person, after all. But she loves to go, so I let her. On straight stretches I reach over and bury my hand in her fur ...
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Tiny nose, bulging eyes, whir of white whiskers. Pin-prick precision fingers carry bedding, clutch seeds. Nest, burrow, run ‘round the wheel. The cat, obsessed, incensed, broods on top of her cage sniffing, spying, swatting. * * *...
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Christ in the Wilderness – Consider the Lilies by Stanley Spencer The trees hold tufts of snow, cold, white, cotton balls lifted toward a pale blue winter sky. Yesterday I painted three canvases. I have no idea what I’m doing, paint-wise, but bold...
