Month: August 2024
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Saltwater Downs
At a late early hourI fizzled out of sheets;covers seemed drapedover a body lazily as if to say,“He may or…
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My friend, Booger Bill
It’s usually a three-hour drive back home from Chapel Hill, but today it feels even longer. Bright rays of morning…
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Ode to Our Places in Time
O haven’t we been something,we Gracies and Joans, Williesand Bobs baring our hearts,entreating all to feel, imagine— our youths crossing…
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Life and the Art of Peeling Potatoes
Like a surgeon wielding a scalpel,she excised potato eyes like tumors,snaked long peels from the mealy flesh—her eyes scarcely glancing…
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It’s a Dandelion Day!
To see these multitudinous children of the sunfrolicking upon my shaggy yard, their yellow-plumed heads lifting, bobbing, surely summoningthe scurry…
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Ode to Our Places in Time
O haven’t we been something,we Gracies and Joans, Williesand Bobs baring our hearts,entreating all to feel, imagine—our youths crossing the…