the bones of this land

i grew up on a mining claim in the mountains of central arizona. bear with me. i grew up in a nice-enough house on the poor side of a small town in the mountains of central arizona. i walked to school every day, got a job in a thrift store when i turned 15, and…

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the perseids fall

the perseids fall. the weather breaks, sharp heat turning to sudden wind and sometime rain. i stand at the kitchen sink, scrubbing what remains of your life. a photo of the most beautiful work your hands ever made. the thing itself long since rotted by mountain rains and sometime sun. a license plate with your…

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what to remember

remember not that you argued with your sister, but that you sang in the kitchen alone, and the house remembered a sound it had not heard in years. remember fireflies blinking slowly in the roadside dark and a night sky as open as the Arizona night sky – remember, on the last night, every star…

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