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Garrowby Hill

Garrowby Hill Down from the hills the purple road flows twisting and leaping like a girl who has a new twirl dress down into the patchwork valley between fields fearfully tiger-striped with new-plowed furrows and the rows of sentinel trees standing at attention with their red boles and green canopy that line the roadside and […]

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Afternoon Respite

Afternoon Respite July afternoons blaze gold and bright like the glow of her favorite gown. Not a breeze to break the baking heat in her dusty garden She retreats to the cool green bank of the sofa to dip her tired brain into the brisk stream of a story, paddle her fingers in the flowing […]

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The Echo

The rose-gold world resounds with end of day gladness. The sky stretched like a canvas waiting to be filled with calling birds winging home to their roosts. The grass’s green glimmers with gilt while sentinel trees have darkened their cloaks, looming shoulder to shoulder, black and grey shadows. And she, unaware that she is glowing […]

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Motherhood

Motherhood The way the mother’s fingers lift and squish her breast to help the baby latch. The way the baby’s hand clutches his mother’s finger as he nurses. The way the baby’s eye looks up, trustingly, at his mother’s face. The way the mother looks down at him, tender and absorbed, meeting his eye. The […]

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Visitation

Visitation

 When Mary stepped into the house a strong wind came with her lifting the red ribbons that Elizabeth had hung near the door to catch the breeze and delight the eye. They hung about her head like dancing flames, like a crown of fire, and, as she stepped into Elizabeth’s arms, the wind also […]

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Mother and Child

Mother and Child 
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 In the red cradle she is finally asleep— innocent, serene— as if she’s always been. The hand clutching the cradle tells a different story, resting, limp, protective, above the upturned head.
 The baby now quiet, 
mother has slipped into dark, grey forgetfulness.

 Her head rested— just for a minute— on the […]

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Ave Maria on the Lake

Ave Maria on the Lake A raft full of sheep is a strange sort of temple; yet this is where the morning bell finds them, golden notes carrying across golden water in the golden dawn. They bow their heads, and pray the familiar words, recalling how the angel of the Lord appeared to the virgin […]

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Perpendicular

Perpendicular In Merson’s Rest on the Flight into Egypt Joseph’s dwindling fire sends up a fine white line of smoke into the dim sky. Perfectly perpendicular to the horizon’s dark blur, it makes a small cross, easily overlooked. But to my mind that detail is as important as the sphinx’s upturned face staring blindly into […]

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Starry Night

The pond is a perfect mirror spreading its cloak to catch the sky’s falling image. As a woman will spread her skirt while the children shake apples down from the tree. The stars plop gently into the water plinking like frogsong, little silver specks of light. And yet somehow the sky looks no dimmer — […]

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A Mother Braiding Her Daughter’s Hair

The girl stands patient, her head bowed, resigned against the tug, braced against the braiding in the room’s red glow. Mother sings soft words that make no sense. The comb parts the flowing hair diving through the waves in a straight white line. The part leaves the girl’s nape bare to warm sun’s kissing beam […]

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