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The Line

My father was a responsible man. He didn’t play much, worked hard, and was tired at the end of the day. The “Pioneer Press” usually ended up lying flat on his chest about eight at night as he dozed off.…

Between the ears

“I don’t want to know what goes on between your ears,” she says. I say, “Sometimes, neither do I, but the wind blows where it will.” Doors open and close in the mind that creates. Some of the portals are…

In Between

Time between dawn and sunrise. The world wakes. Air cool and full of life, grants the sun permission to warm. Chickadees whistle warnings and flutter softly at the feeder. Mourning doves call to their mates and the Oriole whistles an…

Chase

Chase stars in a coal-black night. The sun, retired, bequests a crisp shimmering breeze beneath an ebony canopy, spurring lights that flicker and sparkle. No ambivalence remains, the tide is out, and the river allows no return, twisting its way…

Reluctant Suitor

Spring is uncertain this year. If it were a young man whose thoughts turn to love, he would look at his cell phone, scroll down to the number of his object of desire, and hesitate, when he should punch the…