The Side of the Rock

Do you guess I have some intricate purpose?   Well, I have, for the Four-month showers have, and the mica on the side of the rock has. First week of new job, I had to show up at a different place, at a different time, every day.  First day going way out to Queens, I […]

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Skeletons Warming Themselves

I didn’t know three people who died this week. On Thursday, my meditation group mourned a parishioner who was shot by the police.  I never met her. They talked about how okay Ms Danner was when she was okay, how you would never know she was ill.  Someone held a piece of her knitting, just as the […]

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What’s On

Music used to fly away, there used to be a sky it went to, a cloud-less sky, where music went unless you owned it on a physical, on a  tape, on a disc.  A song was weightless unless weighted.  Now there is a site where its names are, where you can always visit it.  It […]

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Where it Hurts

 When I heard him say what he said, I physically felt it.  “Grab her.”  Years ago, I had laser surgery on my cervix.  If you’re a man and you don’t have a cervix, a woman can’t exactly feel her cervix, just that it’s up in there somewhere, not with super nerve endings like your fingers, […]

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