memories

Shoeboxes in the Heart

There are alcoves in our hearts Hollowed and laying vacant, ours to fill Like boxes which new shoes once came in, Now housing old...

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One More Ride

Father worked the rails. Free passage was our rite. Hours rocking back and forth to the constant rhythm of the train. Foreheads pressed to...

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Woodstock

(inspired by Maggie B. who was there~) Woodstock was both a peaceful protest and a global celebration –Richie Havens   Everybody’s...

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Old Photographs

Trapped beneath a curtain of crepuscular remembrances, an eerie sensation – looking back on old photographs. A black and white specter of...

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IMPULSE

There is a din. It resonates still louder until it is deafening, the clangs so arresting, they transmute the void of my mind to a vibrant...

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Not Your Daughter

my father never saw me smoke he didn’t see the way the clouds come out of my mouth and make beautiful shapes in the sultry sky between me...

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Monsoon Season: A Memoir

In Phoenix, it seems as if you can see forever on the desert floor without mountains to block the view. The flat geography provides a...

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Aleppo at Christmas 2016

The age of miracles pretending to be this wonderful illusion wanting to see our hearts depths and story lines wanting to leave the eyes and...

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I Won Second Prize in a Beauty Contest and Collected More Than $10

Since the day I could count, my brother and I battled dozens of times in family tournaments of Monopoly. Before each match, he would...

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Lamenting with Blue Jays

Blue sparkles in the twist of cold branches tangle vivid stories inside those black eyes darting around spotting me looking, casting glow...

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Secret Life of Nimu

A story of grief, healing and hope. The essay traces a woman’s trip to her hometown after the death of her husband. The traditions that...

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Pies On The Sidewalk: A Gift Of Confidence From A Mother to Her Daughters

My mom never knew she had actually prepared me the best way possible. She died thinking she had failed as a parent who should have...

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He Was A Man Of Few Words

I was in Target today and purposely ignored the huge display of Father’s Day cards. These days they seem to appear right after...

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Press Start

I don’t remember fighting over first player. I remember needing more controllers, quicker reflexes, a softer excitement /thicker...

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For Better of Worse

It was a Sunday when the new recliner flew off the Ford, Daddy having failed to latch the tailgate before he roared onto the southbound,...

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Of Waves of Reminiscence

I swear I heard the sun burn something alive under the ocean. I heard a scream just as I lit the matches to a wooden coffin with no body...

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Floating the Day Away

Tell me something good You look so pretty with your long, blond mane tied back in a ponytail So stop racing around the track Tell me...

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Come, fall upon me

Come, fall upon me like rain from tumultuous clouds and wash the filth and grime of all the years passed… where I was hunted and haunted...

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What We Hold Inside

(for the Goddess & Kay) The scent of cinnamon, brown sugar, & sweet butter slide up my nostrils like an entire childhood. It is the...

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Split Ends

Sometimes I want to shave every hair attached to my scalp because at night when my head hits the pillow I smell his finger tips. Countless...

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Hazel

Hazel Byorum’s face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung...

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The Widow

Every early morning she leashes her old dog, walks down to and through the forest to the lake. She looks younger than her fifty-six years,...

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Echoes of Your Screams

tears flow from my eyes and leave their wet trails behind like footsteps in snow… they get erased but their essence lingers, which bites...

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Graciela and Abuela

I am who I am because of Graciela and her bright red sash and because of her Abuela, the old woman with the melted candlestick. The old...

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How I Uncovered Long Forgotten Meaning in Our Family’s Christmas Traditions

I was 8-years-old when I realized there was no Santa Claus. I’d lost the Snow White watch I’d received for Christmas—the one with the...

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Kaleidoscopic Illusions

She is a lost soul wandering in a maze of memories where everything blurs and fades out of sight as soon as she thinks she has caught a...

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