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The Carpenter and the Caterpillar: When Hope Wains
It was one of those Monday mornings in early fall when I realized it was time to move on into a new season, but I wasn’t quite there yet. I was struggling. I grabbed at the minutes, wanting more of them, before I had to pack up my briefcase and head into the office...
Still Bearing Fruit
Little tree, I do meet, perchance, strolling on a summer day Your fruit plentiful, with youthful blush you flourish But what of these limbs when winter bares and night winds blow No color then, nor overflowing branches to shade this ground Harvest complete, or so it...
Writing with My Invisible Pen
She stood back and watched, looked on from a distance, sat silently while others spoke up. Stuck up, aloof, conceited, her classmates said about her. If you frown like that you’re going to get a wrinkle, her grandma told her. I have a wrinkle. Maybe you can relate. I...