Monthly Archives: November 2009

‘twer the hours before and after

Posted on November 27, 2009 by Deanna

Came the night and kitchen utensils clacking. No ghostly presence, no wampyres lurking, just a woman clad in a long, white-sleeved sleep shirt stirring vegetables and meat into a sweet potato stew. Morning brought the swift breaths of exercise, then a daughter’s cheerful hug and bright eyes. She arrived just as a husband finished step-ladder … Continue reading →

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in all things

Posted on November 25, 2009 by Deanna

My mom’s okay after a health scare last weekend. A bad reaction to medicine met the caring oversight of medical personnel. She’s home now, and by turns she’s resting and preparing for our meal tomorrow. Thanksgiving week is a good time to hug loved ones. Last week, a bit under the weather, I decided on … Continue reading →

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out in

Posted on November 12, 2009 by Deanna

Every year it happens. Just when everybody else revs up in excitement over NaNoWriMo, NaBloPoMo, and all the other greatest things to do in and around cyberland, I start to chill out. Or maybe it’s cozy up. Today our fire burned clear, strong, blithely, and glowingly throughout the hours, while chili simmered in the slow … Continue reading →

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worn and lovely

Posted on November 10, 2009 by Deanna

When the computer whirs, and its one little flashing eye turns steady yellow, I tap my fingers on the keyboard wrist guard, hoping I’ll remember what I was going to a certain site for when I get there. Then I sigh and lean into my chair. In the background our washing machine chugs along as … Continue reading →

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how I learn sometimes

Posted on November 5, 2009 by Deanna

On this quest for understanding, for even a trickled spring gilded bright beneath with treasure, I tread many empty days in which pebbles scuff my toes along shores of speculation. But one drear morning, a wise old trout, twenty-five inches at least, appears and travels beside me, tipping a shiny sliver of insight toward me … Continue reading →

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once again…

Posted on November 3, 2009 by Deanna

…he did it. Last year, the economy motivated his trick: His boss didn’t even recognize him. This time, a loan from a friend, inspired use of his brush cutter, and kudos to a Buffy episode made him trickier than ever: He scared off a delivery guy. First prize, two years running. And I get to … Continue reading →

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essays in study

Posted on November 3, 2009 by Deanna

Around me they’re piled, sentences on paragraphs amid cadences, contexts, rhythms, and pyres of words. I’ve waded in, tossed aside, dug deep under torchlight blaze. They’re subtle, obtuse, shaded, obvious. I’m oblivious to the meaning, always, at first read, bewitched as I wander, hearing voices.

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