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  • The Herald

    He perches high, his red wing tucked His voice a herald to anyone with ears. His orange against the black feathered face That nearly hides his eyes Is a flash of fire that calls and answers. Exposed against the green and brown His hues catching, bright and cheery Before the backdrop of the leaves and…

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  • Endings

    Can we celebrate the things that end And feel the joy of closing the book On the things that bring harm and weirdness and solitude Without the urge to apologize For walking away or saying no or giving up? Yes, I think we can celebrate The end of shame, and the end of sorrow and…

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  • Twilight

    When summer is high And the afternoon heat lingers into the evening I sit, quiet and still, Listening to the sounds of transition. As the sun sinks behind the shadowy edge of the earth The birds continue their song And the crickets begin to hum As the light fades, creating an in-between space When it…

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  • A Prayer For Burnout

    God, help me remember to wear sunscreen And eat vegetables with every meal And make regular doctor’s appointments. Help me care about my kids’ school work And my unmowed lawn And going to bed at a regular hour. God, if at all possible, turn me into a morning person And help me feel fulfilled by…

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  • A Short Preview

    This summer, I will be crowd funding the printing costs of my next (yet to be named) book: a collection of novellas set in the world of my fantasy novels The World Between and The Chaos Within. Two of the three novellas tell the story of characters before the reader first encounters them in either…

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  • George

    Sometimes when I am outside in the garden or doing yard work, especially if I’m planting something new, or digging out something old, I think about this certain man I never knew. His name was George and he lived a long time ago somewhere in northern Indiana. He had a farm and a wife named…

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  • When I wake in the middle of the night And my heart rate is up because I can’t stop thinking, I imagine each of my problems and insecurities and hurts Laying down in the sunshine of a warm summer day And watching the breeze blow the stalks of the wildflowers As butterflies float from stem…

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  • Socks

    Once when my sister was over, she was watching me fold laundry as we talked. When I got to the bottom of the basket, where all the mismatched socks were, she said “Wow, you have a graveyard of socks.” This phrase, a graveyard of socks, has stuck in my mind ever since. I think about…

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  • Kid’s Book

    A few night ago, I had a dream that I had written a kid’s book. In the dream, I was reading the book aloud to a group of kids. I read what felt like half the story before the dream ended. I have had an idea for a book for children for a few years,…

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  • Sif stood outside the apothecary, watching through the window as Hrist and her granddaughter, Edda, worked. The girl was smiling as something the older woman was saying. Sif wondered if she was telling a joke, recanting a story, or offering praise for Edda’s work. Sif had watched the pair for well over an hour. The…

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