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late arrival

The sun was forgotten when the boys arrived the younger fuzzy draped sleepily over his father’s shoulder, the older just antsy from the confines of the booster seat. Always such journeys end at night with uncertain entry into a semi-familiar … Continue reading

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silence again

This morning was unlike the previous ten: the children didn’t waken me again with startling whooping cries that cauterized my eyes and made me wish for what and don’t know when. The two year old would run around the house … Continue reading

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hiatus

little brothers sleeping twisted in blankets and sheets like free-falling stars and tentacles still as a portrait gentle as a cyclone ready as a nail metaphor for tomorrow in our silent pre-dawn house

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