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  • Thunder, Lightning, and I Found My Spirit Animal

    August 6, 2019 by

    Ahhhhh, Takhini Hot Springs… a lovely outdoor Olympic pool-sized bath fed by the natural hot springs of the Takhini underworld, where everything moves as if in slow-motion– like after dancing it up all night in the club then walking into daylight for the first time in a blurry-eyed state of blissful exhaustion just as the… Read more

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  • the day before snow

    November 11, 2019 by

    A devil’s club graveyard all that remains, bones of a mighty clubbed fortress reduced to small brown skeletons, silent, still scaffolds of what once was. Have you ever noticed the rainforest so dry & quiet bones & shapes, negative space, the air sucked right out. How do you say madrugada in English– the coldest, darkest, undead hour when spirits… Read more

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  • Last Breath

    October 30, 2019 by

    El que niega la muerte, niega la vida.  (He who denies death, denies life.) — Octavio Paz Yesterday the last leaf fell from our maple tree as my grandmother succumbed to a long sleep. She is between worlds now, purring like a kitty cat. Fall catches us in a bed of vermillion and rust to… Read more

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  • Growing Gardens in the Mind

    October 27, 2019 by

    Welcome to the Prose Garden, where we grow hope and inspiration, fresh perspectives, with a good watering of beautiful contradictions and terrible word plays. Here we explore the entropy of parenting and life in Southeast Alaska, peppered with true tales of venturing off the beaten path, crossing borders real and invisible, and living beyond the imaginable.

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  • Night Visitor

    October 11, 2019 by

    Wind’s hands reachwith fingers of amber leaves,grasping for the deer thatdisappears into the night When does a deer become a pet? When you start to feed him apples? When he comes around regularly enough to earn a name? It’s deer-hunting season, so I’m surprised he still comes back. “He looks tasty.” My husband licks his lips.… Read more

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  • as if to stop the time

    October 2, 2019 by

    tiny breaths on pillowcases baseboards ticking like my mind which one should I cuddle first    as if to stop the time one more year, I tell myself     he hasn’t flown off yet heartbeats strong underhand down upon my back     she finds her voice    breathing deep watching her throat move in her sleep… Read more

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  • The Fire Starter

    September 22, 2019 by

    He crept in quietly, like a chameleon. His lingering kisses took me on a voyage, told a story, with crescendos and denouements. Usually he chased the sun in one of his rebuilt engines or on one of his many motorcycles, but he hit the brakes when with me. Smooth, I thought he was water. But… Read more

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  • Time in the Woods

    September 20, 2019 by

    Time In the woods Does not go by appointments Or schedules or to-do’s– Time goes by the Lengthening of shadows, The quickening of the breeze, The warming of the sun, The melting of the ice. Bellies rumbling, Freckles encroaching. Time is not sand through an hourglass– It is sand eroded off the riverbank, The falling… Read more

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  • Morning Meditation

    September 4, 2019 by

    In the morning, we take our paddleboards out over sleepy Auke Bay, still peaceful in her slumber, before the whale watching boats stir her up. The water is so clear you can see the bottom of the ocean. The gentle sun, low on the horizon, warms the salty air. For a moment I worry I… Read more

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