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homesickness

home hounds me in the constructs of feelings i forget even exist. home hides behind my day-to-day, behind the insignificance of the things i occupy myself with, behind things that mean so much just for what they mean. 300 more words

Caught Between

Star Light

The first time I saw my niece Tara, she was just over a year old. I walked in to my parents’ Midwestern living room and there she was, standing in her playpen. 1,075 more words

Creative Non-fiction

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She labors as we wait

She’s premature. It’s late.

Time’s thick tongue licks

Her dry lips; 0436.

The cervix, not complete

Holds a butt and little feet… 241 more words

Philosophical Essays

Listening

It happens sometimes. To all of us. We hear a little inner voice, or feel a little nudge. We want to ignore it at first, because it usually comes out of nowhere, blindsiding us with the changes it’s suggesting. 599 more words

Creative Non-fiction

No, know, no

Don’t you know that he doesn’t care? You have to know. Don’t you know that it makes no difference to him whether you sink or swim or stay floating in the in between? 138 more words

Creative Non-fiction

Thoughts on having fun while writing

I have been thinking recently about William Goldman, and when and why writing is fun.

I developed an obsession with The Princess Bride ( 580 more words

Creative Non-fiction

Mni Wakan Oyate

Hello Everyone…

Last Friday, I left the farm and headed west on flat, flat, straight, straight Highway 2. When I got to Devil’s Lake, I pulled over, called my friend, Matt. 1,981 more words

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