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Dreams (Day 15)

I used to dream that I showed up at school wearing only my underwear. That I missed the bus and couldn’t find the school. That I never began the research paper we were supposed to be writing all semester. Now I dream that I’ve forgotten my son’s camp...

Haiku (Days 9, 10, 11, 12 & 13)

Spring Couple Welcome stranger Shy with uncertain hope Leaves unfurl shining, wary Summer Couple Rosy plump and lavish Fruit drops from heavy branches Love thick and close Autumn Couple Conversation cools then slows Death comes leaf by leaf Word by word Winter Couple...

Reflections (Day 8)

The work of writing is largely in my head, emanating from a slow cooker stuck on low. The challenge isn’t finding the right word; it’s finding the right thought. My well needs filling, and writing every day requires the well to be filled with something...