Whimsical stories, tales of places and heartfelt experiences meant to inspire emotions and wonder.

A tribute to dogs (in memory of a special one named Annie)

Dogs are funny; they get in your heart when you least expect it. They dig in your heart and bury their little bones there and one day they're gone, and you're left standing over that hole they dug and wishing harder than hell that they'd come back to play. I can tell you a million ways how we'll miss Annie, can tell you a million ways how special she was, but I'll never be able to tell you even one way how much we loved her. I just can't seem to find words for that. Perhaps you knew a dog like that once too.

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Concerning the Morning Pageantry of Couples Making Oatmeal

Her hands must move with outstanding grace as she prepares the last items for oatmeal setting. She dashes Pink Himalayan Salt over the oats still seething in their pot upon the stove, stirs the dish seven times with a wooden spoon, turns off the burner and covers it. Taking a sip of her Chai, she glances a hard stare at the table setting, determining whether the right time has come, and whether she is ready to welcome another soul into her existence this day. She might decide, and this be her natural right, to keep this day her own for a moment longer. And who could blame her, for the oaf in the other room is quite oafish.

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Love begins in the rain

Above her floats a mosquito net, twisted and tied and hung from the ceiling, swaying and sashaying in the fan gusts. In the dark room, with the wind blowing strong against the stone rough walls and through the open shutters, and the sound of water everywhere, there is a strong sense of the sea, and suddenly the mosquito net is a giant jellyfish drifting in deep moonlit waters. So she drifts along upon the tide, and if there is a firefly (as I so dearly wish) then it sparkles upon the ceiling like a star caught in the waves.

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Cricket freckles

Listen, out the open window, as the crickets slow their chirp and singing feet, as they give up serenading the pregnant summer moon, as the freckles fade on their tiny soot-masked faces, as they slink back into the splintered shadows and bare hermitages, where cold will come, but not so cold to kill their crunchy pulsing innards.

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Lavender

She breathed in the perfume of the tiny sprig until it became brave with her sweet attentions and adored her, and it gave her its everything and bloomed enormous and its smell might have filled cathedrals then.

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Windy dream

The wind leans into us through the night, as we slide unnoticed through the neighborhood, past other houses, across their yards, to the river Hudson. Only the insomnia babies standing in their cribs waiting for their mamas can see us.

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Grace & the Traitor

I wanted to tell her how I loved her but it remained too hard. And all the snowflakes pressed their faces against the windows, peeping in at us, envious of my arms, which held such a beauty.

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The Leaf that Fell

He said, Darling, I don't know where we're going. And she answered, Neither do I, but we'll go together. And in this way the Leaf learned about love. How beautiful, it thought, This must be how people let go of their trees and fall.

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Start something with me

Take your place in the duvet sky and I'll trace your constellations. I'll be your Roman astronomer. I'll lift the observatory roof. Let your stars fall down on me.

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Run away with me

So your heart will be healed its small tragedies from before, from all the times before, and you'll grasp the cuff of my jacket, roll a thumb across a button, and listen to them sing.

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