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Perfectionism, Novels, Songs and The Great British Bake-Off

Stacey from Hertfordshire is desperate to be crowned star baker, which is why she is sitting on the floor in front of her oven holding its door shut with her…

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Anam Cara

I fell in love with running writing groups eighteen years ago because of a man named Michael Biegner, and if it weren’t for his brilliance, humor, warmth and friendship, I…

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We Made It.

I woke this morning with plans. I would read a chapter two of Six Walks in the Fictional Woods, work on chapter three of my new novel, re-read The Big…

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To Make Amends

I am looking for maps on GoogleTo show me the peoples my peoplesDisplaced. Finding their namesHearing their voices in the PennacookThe Pocumtuck the Mohawk But where do I even start?My…

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Siphonophore

After Stephen Philbrick. They say the mysteries of the heavensAre nothing compared to the mysteries of the seasWhose leagues we cannot fathom,Whose depths we take for grantedUnderfoot, our terrestrial backyard….

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Did you see those maps?

Stranger, you are welcome hereRegardless of the laws of men and womenWho don’t see that freedom can’t be contained by a wall.This land, always yours to claim, as much as…

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When They Said He Won

When they said he won, they meant release the prisoner––you––from her cage. You can gaze at the trees again. Look at them glow in the November sun––the leaves on the…

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America the Beautiful Nov.2020 addition

In November 2016, I started writing new lyrics to Katharine Lee Bates’s beautiful hymn. Throughout the last four years, I have added verses. Today, I wrote this. O beautiful DemocracyWhere…

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I Didn’t Know I Wasn’t Supposed to Love

Another thing I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to love until college was squirrels. My babysitter in New York would take me to the park, and when I’d point my…