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Category: Poetry
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Driving back from St. Louis, I noticed a sign advertising an “exclusive” neighborhood: lakeside chalets set apart from the surrounding communities. While the photo of the area looked rustic, wooded and serene, I couldn’t get past the word, exclusive. I thought of scarcity, something closed. Then I thought of its opposite: inclusive, abundance, something open.…
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Three years ago last night, or sometime before that night, someone, in the company of an adorable, tiny, filthy, ear-mite-ridden, wounded-lip kitten, left that kitten – the veterinarian would later presume − in front of a neighborhood. The kitten spent at least Halloween night on his own in a world full of cars and kids…
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In a conversation recently, I brought up my sadness over the upcoming change in this country’s leadership. This isn’t about politics; more, it’s about atmosphere. The woman I was talking with shares that sadness, and we discussed how to handle it. She suggested that instead of being sorrowful for the way the impending leader has…
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The name, Particles to Waves, refers to an excerpt from Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek: “Here is the word from a subatomic physicist: ‘Everything that has already happened is particles, everything in the future is waves.’”
PARTICLES to WAVES 