Rowing in Dulce de Leche
A story about a vegetarian-feminist who goes on a high school exchange to the land of meat and machos.
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the day before snow
A devil’s club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. This is how you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits roam the earth, right before the first snow: the rainforest so dry and quiet bones and shapes, negative space, […]
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Traveling with Fairy
Because she is of the wilderness, why shouldn’t the rhythm of a thousand hustling feet induce her to run through TSA? Because when riding an escalator, why shouldn’t she wait for the prettiest step, although it may mean losing Mommy who has alteady gone ahead and landing spread eagle upside down between five metal moving […]
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Growing Gardens in the Mind
Welcome to the Prose Garden, where we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays. Here we explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable.
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Surfing
Nature in tandem, aiding and abetting,Waves smooth as the bodies that chase them,Perfect symmetry drawn in ocean combers,And all there is is this moment.Diet of fish and fruit rendered my body spacious,Boneless like a jellyfish,Flesh swimming in skin sun-kissed,Mermaid hair blonde, waving,One with the water, anticipating,Interpreting the swell,Hop up on the board and let nature […]
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What the Rastafari Taught Me About Gratitude
With Thanksgiving approaching, I remember how the Rastafari taught me to give thanks.
Last Breath
El que niega la muerte, niega la vida. (He who denies death, denies life.) — Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to […]
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Apologies to All Witches
Trick-or-treating in crappy weather asking strangers to feed my children candy… What’s not to love?
Night Visitor
Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It’s deer-hunting season, so I’m surprised he still comes back. “He looks tasty.” My husband licks his lips. […]
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