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Nathaniel Millard
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May Day: To the Sand
May Day: To the Sand I am up on the ridge again. I come here to let things go I guess. When life feels too complex or heavy or confusing, watching the sunset literally gives me perspective. The vultures are out riding the evening thermals. I don’t think the...
May Day: To the Sand
May Day: To the Sand
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Valentines Day
Tonight I came home this evening to this on my porch: a small note, a candy bar, and a budding flower. I sat next to this note and played guitar to love in a setting sun after a long week. I watched as the golden light of the sun faded across the heart-shap...
Valentines Day
Valentines Day
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Bouldering
Tonight I walk under the cold winter wind with Chico. Chico has a haircut from his surgery that makes him look like he has pompoms on, or is a go-go dancer or something. It makes me laugh and I don’t think he understands why. He prances down the street like...
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Bouldering
Tonight I walk under the cold winter wind with Chico. Chico has a haircut from his surgery that makes him look like he has pompoms on, or is a go-go dancer or something. It makes me laugh and I don’t think he understands why. He prances down the street like...
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Ode to Razorback
Ode to Razorback Razorback has been laying on his side for six days now. This morning, his breathing is shallow, he nays softly to an empty barn after all the other goats have gone down canyon for the day. I try to give him water through a bottle, but he do...
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A Losing Fight
A Losing Fight Today, on the bike ride home from work, another dog attacked Chico. In the dog world, a little scuffle happens, and I get that; however, this dog wasn’t just sniffing too long; it ran at Chico and instantly jumped on him, biting, and shaking ...
A Losing Fight
A Losing Fight
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migration of spiders
migration of spiders After eight years, I feel the need for poetry again. Today is solstice, time to turn the compost, and I switch from south to north rim for hikes to the ridge, The trail, mostly rocky basalt, dries quick To the southern sun setting over ...
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How little we know
How little we know We walk by Ti’s house, the light is on, the dogs are quiet for once. Thunder, aptly named, normally has a fit as we walk by and Chico taunts him sometimes, but all is quiet now. It’s really strange how little I know about her, but I can’t...
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In a Jiffy
In a Jiffy Sometimes, when the night is quietest, I will lay on Chico. My head listening to his breath, his heartbeat in my ear. I pet him. I feel another new lump, he turns 10 soon, and I think about life without him. Sometimes, loneliness abounds. I don’t...
In a Jiffy
In a Jiffy
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Holding Spaces
Holding Spaces Today, we sat with students in tears. Already some of our students have been harassed, told to “go back to Mexico” even if they were born right here. I’m afraid that I’m afraid. Politically, or legally, nothing has happened yet. In schools ki...
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