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She couldn't stop her mind from racing. The bourbon didn't help. Neither did the walking, the pacing, the twitching of her foot when she sat still. It was hard to begin, to fill the blank page, to glue and paint and rub. It was easy to wish she had never started. Until...a bird appeared. She gave it eyes and wings. It gave her hope.


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One Eye

He talks too little and writes too much. I hate eating with him. We're strangers sitting across from each other, night after night. I decide to read an obit out loud. "Herbert Walker, 95, passed into the arms of the Lord on Tuesday. He is survived by his pitbull, One Eye, now available at the dog rescue. The dog is friendly, housebroken, and a fine companion." I look at my husband. "Let's get him," he says.


WIP....Tree

It's summertime on the flats. Flies buzz inside homes, slamming against windows—buzz, thud, buzz thud. If they don't find a way out, their perfect upside-down carcasses will line the window sill. Janie has been thinking about putting the dead flies into a jar. Outside, Tree feels like an old person whose bones ache before the rain. But it isn't raining. Far from it. The heat and lack of water in mid August is causing debilitating exhaustion. Parched, its leaves hang listless like dried tongues. Beneath the surface, roots go into a state of stasis to conserve energy. Not so for the sapling that grew outside tree's canopy and whose leaves are brittle, curled and brown.



Spirit Whispers

Spirit whispers come play. Open your box of trinkets, buttons, yarn, beads. Dress me with dreams, hopes. Touch and woo me kindly. Together face the New Year fearless.

Joy Harjo on the Kitchen Table

She Led from the Heart

She led from the heart allowing curlicue rivers to flow outward, reaching, touching. Sometimes her grace was returned with a gentle caress, a floating leaf, a distant caw. Other times, her heart's river went unanswered. In the silent void, she waited for the smallest response, the slightest echo. Closing her eyes, she led again from the heart, another push outward, another intention set free. As divined, a river, not her own, responded. She opened her eyes to meet another's.

Riba