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Restrictive Rant
Those horns just sprouted because of you. Read more
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After the rain
A whistle blew, splash! Chaos. Read more
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The Homeplace
In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories… Read more
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Deadfall Yard
I’m learning what will grow, and what will grow successfully. Read more
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Why I Became a Teacher
Her leopard, high heeled mules sure footed in the gravel. Read more
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Two
People transmit emotions, alternating and direct current, twins’ feelings bloom at the same, for the same reasons, from different sources. I don’t know what kind of magic is in a twin, but I know there’s more power in it than science can explain. Ask other twin moms. I’ve watched this “thing” happen throughout their twenty-some…
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The Birds
The Birds “I want to stay in this tree this year,” she said. “The leaves are falling off and there will be no place to cover the nest. The crook of the tree is going to be really cold. Haven’t you heard of snow?” he asked her. He was frustrated. She wanted to live in…
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Jewels of the Day
Treasure of the Day Tableware is fun. Individual salt and pepper shakers for everybody at the table, pairs of cut crystal tall martini glasses, and a genuine Disney mug come in handy for the soirees in my mind as well as daily use. That says something about me, I’m sure. I schooled the boys on…
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Ode to the Phone
My brain flipped on the teacher switch last week. Summer perished. I mourn summer in my heart with chains of paperclips and blocks of staples. Cold fluorescent lights took the place of the sunlight filtered through the windows in the family room. I’m heartbroken. I’m back to monitor halls of chaos, angst, anger, and hormones.…
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Cookies and Omens
Benji told me every thunderstorm in the middle of winter was an omen. So when the lightning knocked the power out on New Year’s Eve, and he missed the cake stand, the fruitcake cookies went flying from here to kingdom come, my knees went weak just a little. Charlie Mae was exacting revenge at my…
Devonne Brown 