Pray and work
I’m debating whether I can summon the energy to get out of bed between snippets of NPR on the clock radio. Through my bedroom…
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Well-trodden paths
Far to the north, or indeed in any direction, strange mountains and creatures have always lurked— elves, goblins, trolls, and spiders: —we encounter them…
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Give us this day
Sunday after church: we tumble through the front door of Grandpa and Grandma’s house, kick off our Sunday shoes in a pile in the…
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What we need
The morning air is cold, and birds chatter as they warm up in light that filters into the garden from the east. Though I…
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The ways of water
We sight the mornings softly Take to them easy The scent of the wood and coffee Our cup is filling Outside the river flows…
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Contested byways
Legend has it that Three Rivers, the rural city where I live, used to be a gathering place for sacred ceremonies for the indigenous…
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Our bodies, our places
I do not know how exact a case might be made, but it seems to me that there is an historical parallel, in white…
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Sounds like home
Werner likes to crouch in his dormer and imagine radio waves like mile-long harp strings, bending and vibrating over Zollverein, flying through forests, through…
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Original thrift
Ma was boiling molasses in a pan. When Laura’s kettle was full of popped corn, Ma dipped some into a large pan, poured a…
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A time to grieve
At the first signs of decline, I saw the illusion I’d buried in the depths of my subconscious float to the surface: I had…
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