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Storm

Sitting at the computer reading and drinking coffee this morning, my phone rang at 9:30. Woman on the other end:  “Good morning. Is this a good time? ” Me gut-punched, recognizing the caller ID:  “I guess.” I knew why she was calling. “We have the results of your biopsy from […]

Promise

in spring in an open field barefoot in the diamond dew of morning we walk, our fingers locked your little hand, mine bigger silently, suddenly (what joan didion calls ‘the ordinary instant’) a narrow stream of water appears between us you on one side now me on the other bread […]