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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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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...
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Legend claims at midnight Christmas Eve animals received the gift of speech, but I imagine it was the other way around that first starlight night. Animals didn’t gain but humans lost, for once, their words....
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(THIS is the lovely view across the street from our house. Amazing.) When the day starts with your huggy-boy not willing to give you a hug. Then progresses to yelling and hitting. When you let them watch way more T.V. than they should and it only...
