Category: Time
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A Literary Prize
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The small gods visit us softly. So soft, sometimes, it’s possible we miss their presence altogether. Two weeks passed before I noted the happy trespass of one such deity through my recent gloom. The first inkling appeared last week, good news arriving to my in-box from another writer, a former professor, writing mentor, and current…
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Toots Town
Somewhere inside the school a child navigates a clarinet lesson, Winnie the Pooh notes reaching us, quaint and delightful and timeless.
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Slip Slidin’ Away
Sometimes it feels like it’s all just slip-sliding-away.
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Acts of Papyrus
Why should I think of this ancient on a rainy afternoon, two days after Christmas? The answer involves a breakfast of bananas, milk, and avocado, the wrapping of gifts in discounted paper, the sound of metal scraping against asphalt beneath my car, a podcast featuring Egyptologist Kara Cooney, the aroma of black bean soup filling…
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Return of Light
What lifts my spirits during these cold, dark times is this: tomorrow we will have one second more of daylight than we have today.
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Dreaming. Writing.
I keep waking to the nightmare of a perfect opening line. In my half slumber the opening line gives way to what comes next, a sentence followed by yet another. Soon a paragraph emerges and the full landscape of my project unfolds, the horizon glorious and attainable. In the winter months, these words march forth…
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