Tag: NaPoWriMo
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Hello, Time
A washboard and a wood-burning oven are things I don’t have. A few months ago the little ones were sick, for weeks, and I was exhausted, but I didn’t cry. Then my washing machine fell apart inside and quit spinning. But I didn’t cry; I used every stitch of fabric in the house before packing the…
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The Forsythia
The forsythia blossoms open in a brilliant gold we haven’t seen since last year. I notice the shape the two large shrubs make in the world. It is a lopsided, arching sort of shape cut to make room for the babes to run into and hide and giggle and squabble and babble beneath. We try…
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In My Monastery
The floor is dirty with dust, hair, yogurt, cheese cubes, bread crumbs, milk drops. I am covered with little hands, arms, feet, legs, cheeks, lips, hugs, kisses.
Amy Secrist 