Limbs

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An archeologist digs beneath.  He grabs a bone and brings it to his nose, smelling the soil it lain in for years. It is too familiar to be so old.  He is reminded of a box in his attic full of lightbulbs. They were missing their metal caps and filaments. Placed in the box upright, one could take them for bulbous glasses which would cut the mouth if used to drink from.   He saw those empty bulbs as telling him to fill up with his own ideas. Why was he excavating for the past, seeking out others?  ~~~ Lithe and leisurely she stretches others watch her she hates being watched her own self-consciousness are they aware of this? In the gym locker room, there is a very … Read More

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The Fragile Ones

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A carpeted hallway runs down the center of the house. Its walls are collaged with family photos in various frames. Shadow boxes take up most of one wall. On their misaligned shelves, a hodgepodge of miniature things rests. The only prerequisite is that they are precious, adorable, or even moribund: the skull of a baby squirrel or the perfectly shed skin of a grass snake.   On one of these lower shelves, in a clear, thumb-size vial rest a glob of liquid mercury. Yes, the kind found in old, glass thermometers. Perhaps the mercury had been collected by intentionally breaking a bundle of thermometers.   Obviously, a curious five-year-old child sees all of these tiny things as toys. There are lots of ‘No, no, no!’ … Read More

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A Manner of Things

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I am so grateful my worries are few, comparatively. What worries people about the future is so often out of our control. Many variables can interject to create an entirely new version of the future, it seems wasteful. You can control leaving early enough to not worry about missing the flight, but you couldn’t have known or controlled for the plane having a mechanical function preventing its timed departure. You did your part. I used to say, ‘everything always works out how it’s supposed to,’ with some air of optimism or Law of Attraction pseudo-belief. Now I say, ‘Everything will work out as it will.’ It will, one way or another. We adapt accordingly.  ~~~ The recent Buffalo shooting. I … Read More

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Anticipation

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Amy is leaning into the kitchen counter hand washing dishes in too tepid water. The hot water must be rationed as she has to wash her hair later; every single day, otherwise she looks slick and grimy. Both her hair and her broken out face are too greasy; teenage hormones. Two other siblings compete for hot showers in this one-bathroom home. The discord around showers is constant.  When all the dishes are balanced on the drying rack and the sink is wiped down, she turns herself into the corner nook and leans back into the counter. She has taken a cleaned paring knife and sliced open an avocado. Cupping half of it in one hand, she lightly seasons it with lemon pepper, then eats it with a spoon. … Read More

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Bandwidth

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The news was never on. We never spoke of anything happening in Washington. There was nothing on a local level that stirred my mom to commentary. My mother always shared her story of where she was when she found out JFK was assassinated. That was her news. Maybe my grandmother watched the evening news. I recall a best friend’s parents having the news on in their bedroom often.  I seemed to have intuited my father and his father being Reagan Republicans. I would sit on this granddad’s lap and read the comics with him; this was my tactile newspaper interaction. Later on, I vaguely recall pivotal moments and breaking news during Clinton’s administration. There was one time in high school, an AP … Read More

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