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Lori Witzel
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Stalking
Red-Spotted Purple Butterfly , Jay Bock It’s those little deaths piling up on my doorstep that break me down. The mud-stained yellow of a magnolia warbler, eye half-shuttered, one wing broken and spilling bones; the now unreadable parchment of what was once...
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Tenderfoot
Sweat like nettles where I’ve chafed, the pointed burn of a fire ant unhappy with my position in life, a rebuke after dinner: I’m so thin-skinned, tears abrade as they well up, sting as they dampen my cheeks. It’s the heat of the day, of some moment clingin...
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Mountain
There’s a mirage along the far edge of the playa, and I’m slowly walking towards it. I measure distance in time here: the weeks since I started, how many more weeks to travel, as the skin of the alkali basin crackles under my feet. The moon sets, and the ai...
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Laughing
Trumpet vine bowers drape the catalpa in emerald carcanets, lustrous and wet with morning dew dripping as I scuff sandpapery rhythms on crushed pink stone. Look up! Blue on green, jays flit and preen, laughing.
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Flash flooding
" Bodyboarders in Rio Vista Park, San Marcos River " by Charlie Llewellin . The conditions are right for a leap. I’m saturated, can’t absorb much more, and I’ve got no runneled karsts to sluice the extra off into some aquifer. It doesn’t matter, though. Rai...
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Thorns
Here, I’m walking through a garden. There, beyond this rough-leaved rose hedge, you cry. Lost child, I can hear you from the other side of the horizon, the other side of night. I call you lost even though you’re held, for who can say the man who holds you i...
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Heat Lightning
It’s five in the morning, and I’m moving through the shadows in shadow by touch, unsteadily scuffling with small ravines. A ghost – its spin axis a pale torso – drifts past, trailing a sound like brushes on sand, gleaming for a fraction of a second in the g...
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Havdalah
The damp air becomes a spicebox as I walk between floods. The smell of rotting Johnson grass, retted blades waving from beneath piles of brush like some drowned Ophelia; the last star jasmine, sweet overlaying petrichor; the ammoniac smell of bats under a b...
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Laughing
Trumpet vine bowers drape the catalpa in emerald carcanets, lustrous and wet with morning dew dripping on scuffed sandpaper footprints in crushed pink stone. Look up! Blue on green, jays flit and preen, laughing.
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Mammatus
By Craig Lindsay (Own work), via Wikimedia Commons The multiplicity of succor within a storm, if you remember how to tip your gaze up and back into the rain. Artemis Ephesus of clouds: not the Untouched Huntress but the All-Mother, many-breasted, pendulous,...
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Elixir
How brackish those inland seas we carry within us, and how sweet the salt memory of those tides. This is all I can do, now: fix myself a cup of coffee, watch the honey-thread spin itself in as I stir, catch it on the tip of my finger and lick it off. A tast...
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Epistolary
The alphabets we use are all broken, but you and I don't need them whole. Tesserae from our respective shard-hordes, rough against fingertips that fit them into place, speak for us, to each other, in a mosaic of un- voiced vowels: silent, layered, casting g...
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Bracket
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Proleptic grief: I suppose I had better get used to it. So often death comes heralded now, bracketed like a First World War artillery barrag

Cornrows
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Cornrows, braids, close-written texts rising from the scalp; cuneiform hair gleaming on the wet clay of a Sumerian morning: weeping, weeping

Tidal Flats
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I'm dimly aware of not being my own master, that the words I'm saying are funneled through me. Echolalia. Not just the words; the thoughts a

Milk Witch
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Die Welt von Heidelfinc
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The first strawberries of the year are sitting on my kitchen drainboard waiting for a wash and hulling. Rolf and Freyja picked them yesterda

A Curl To The Left
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I want to say your cruelty redounds upon yourself, but two problems. One is I suspect this sense of "redound" is out of date; and two, while

Seven of Wands
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I drew the Seven of Wands twice, which I could tell disconcerted my reader, though I couldn't tell why. Once with the Tower, and once with t

More Like Sky
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for Nic Sebastian It's only the dull ache where the spleen and uterus used to be; the omentum scraped away; so much ruin. We'll take the pea

Palos Santos
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The ribs are cleverly sprung knotted to the spine at one end and clinkered to the sternum at the other: even when the heart is struggling li

Post EMC Acquisition, Spanning Extends Backup To Office 365
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It used to be that the cloud software space was pretty black and white. On the one hand you had the “true cloud vendors”: Salesforce, Google

Spanning Backup announces plans for Microsoft Office 365 integration
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Spanning Backup will launch for Microsoft Office 365 in the first half of 2015, Spanning Backup President and CEO Jeff Erramouspe has reveal

The Year, Wheeling
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When I got home from my evening massage last night, Vega was setting, and Orion just rising in the east. At four this morning, I woke, and r

Slipstream
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Thanksgiving Day, 2014. The pavement and the sky are the same gleaming gray: headlights make brief lines of light on the road, but the Sun d

Kiki Encounters Monstrosity
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Kiki loves water, and is drawn to anyplace it may be running or trickling. Last night I was taking a bath (my back still being iffy). Shower

Lights Out
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I love it when the lights go off in a place I have only ever known illuminated. Seeing the place -- a cafe, an office, a library -- for the

Vega
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The courage to slow down, to take things one at a time, to take a full breath, from beginning to end, without my attention flickering to som

The heart
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The thing with a heart is that it houses truth, about half in chambers of its estate, half on the road to Emmaus, uncountable numbers of rea

The Drinkers
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The dark builds higher and higher, in the north, until it crumples, and the rains begin. We tell them about the ebbing of the light, but no

and one who is waiting
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Sad and foolish, sad and foolish: even those of us to stop to think -- especially us, maybe -- are prone to flukes and spurts of stupid igno

Prime
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The sadness comes with the turning of the leaves. I pause on the aggravations of the moment, consider writing something pissy about wishing