Stories

Globeflower, Trollius europeaus

A mystery, I divided the unidentified mound of roots and leaves, watching it grow, expectantly waiting for blooms. Never did I anticipate the delightful round globes, like petaled sunshine, that…
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The Wind’s Daughter, Anemone nemorosa

Windflowers, unfurl their petals in the morning light, lifting their face to bask in the sun. When the day fades to dusk, their petals close, once again, in patient wait…
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Silvia’s Garden: Scilla Siberica

With the recent arrival of spring, the plants from Silvia's gardens reach up through the soil in a welcome burst of green. The delicate petals of her spring ephemerals bob merrily…
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The Germans Tried

A tri-fold conceals the words, while revealing the force of a typewriter: bold abstracted letters raised up in reverse. Unfolding the the letter, I find the date, a year before…
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Recently, a “Difficult Woman”

Small towns are prone to intense politics, due, in part, to participatory politics that extend beyond a simplistic vote. Recently, the political pitch in the little town where Silvia lived…
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Henrik Visnapuu

It was his name, Henrik Visnapuu that came up in those first Google searches at the late-night, kitchen table, linking Silvia to a larger world unknown to me; a world…
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Juhan Nihtig (Narma)

It's a dusty roll of flimsy cardboard, with yellowed ragged paper poking out it's ends, resembling something akin to an old-fashioned, confetti cracker from a party long past. Anyone could…
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Easter Eggs

When winter's grasp is released in bedlam streams, and sap enlivens naked trees, a breath of warmth tames feral winds, and birdsong includes new notes that quicken the pulse of…
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First Bloom

In my green woolen cape and clunky winter boots, I tore down Main Street this afternoon, when word reached me through a neighbor that the front door of Silvia's house…
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Ever Since I Remember, Part I

On a stone bench, set back slightly from the bustle of the street, rests an old woman reading a three-cent newspaper. Unaccustomed to the liquid warmth of spring light, the…
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