Author: cc
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by branch, or by root
Hello from the Everglades, Roy says, when he calls. He’s a simple man, born in a Leave It to Beaver household. His mother was a photographer, so all around the house are pictures of Alaska. Sometimes, at 94, she calls me to tell me that the Heartleaf philodendron I gifted her is growing out of…
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Arch & 3rd
My attempt at writing has been abysmal this year, and so, in honor of a Celebration of Life I just attended — where a woman in her late forties allowed her partner of eleven years to share journals that spanned at least twenty years of her life — I will write. Most of what I…
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See the palm trees
I’m only moderately embarrassed to recite a poem in front of a crowd I can’t see very well. Earlier that morning, I tell myself I’m not a good enough writer. That this is all garbage. But a happy otter in my lake refuses to let me take myself that seriously. He wants my attention, and…
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D-d-d-dear.
I wake up thinking about this specific sensation, with the immediate urge to put words to it
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Come take your toll
You say, “You can’t tell me what to do,” as I sign for the check, “But I’d actually like it if you did.”
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believe while I tremble
“That feeling of needing to escape whatever present situation you’re in? It’s not just distraction. It’s your nervous system chronically under or overwhelmed, never quite landing anywhere that feels right.”
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february snow moon
earlier, I had watched two anhingas dive and swim and furl and unfurl their long necks
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Rana
Because Rana sees me too, and calls my dog a sweetheart, I have an enormous smile when I tell her
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The category is: body
I first noticed my inner peace with my body in 2014, three weeks into a regular yoga practice in a studio that rewarded our heated classes with ice-cold, lavender-soaked washcloths in savasana.
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Thought Carousel
We’ve pushed the bed to the sliding glass door again so we can wake up in the sunshine.
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Under an Ultramarine Sky
I gaze instead at the pretend night sky, with its realistic star patterns set against the prettiest shade of deep, dark ultramarine blue.
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to live for eternity
I’d withdraw underneath the table, as children do. Staring at the shoes of my loved ones or the carved legs of the great wooden table.
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Dosing
I notice sometimes, those one or two line doses feel like icy cool glittering jewels on top of scorching skin.
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Superhero Vaginas
I keep staring at her necklace instead of her boobs, trying to make out the symbol: is it a zodiac sign? A patron saint of… sewing? But my friend grabs my attention.