The Stealth of Deer

The deer traffic here, The deer from the forest With their considerable bodies, they cross, stepping Soundlessly through camp, As if possessing some magic Over mounds of brown dry leaves, littered fallen branches Without a crunch or snap, without even a sigh Though the dog occasionally catches A whiff, her snout arching upward, on the air Apparently, they have a scent undetectable... Continue Reading →

Another Year Older

On my 43rd birthday, I woke up and looked in the mirror at my year-older self. I had a new giant, bright red pimple, worthy of a pizza-devouring teenager, the kind even cover-up can’t truly mask. When I went downstairs to fix my lunch, the big, fat avocado I had hoped to eat, one that... Continue Reading →

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