Stories

Silvia’s Gingersnaps

Powdery flakes complete the whiteness of a blanketed landscape, festooning the firs and stringing garlands of sky on the paper birches. Hoary rooftops puff rounds of smoke, as icicles drip…
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Song Cycle, (1), Cow

She is old, but new to old age. She lives alone. She hasn't always lived alone, but now she lives alone in a farmhouse, an ocean away from her birth.…
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Pneuma

Five clay whistles, brought to the lips, transform a single breath. A simple note, again and another, begin to form a melodic song, pulled from the earth. Soon a plaintive…
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A Mother’s Voice

If I close my eyes, I see an overwhelmed little girl, hair dishevelled, sitting on the floor, in the middle of a messy bedroom. From the great distance of time,…
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In Remembrance

Today is the third of November and the third anniversary of Silvia's death. This morning, I light a slender white candle for Silvia at my desk, watching its bright flame rising…
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The Cookie Tin

My neighbors and I took many trips with the little red wagon down Main Street to Silvia's garden, a bedraggled crew of dirt covered gardeners on a mission to save…
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Before I Knew her Name

Silvia's house sits halfway up the last rise before approaching the silos of an abstract red-on-white, mid-century cheese factory that stands on the edge of town and draws thousands of…
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