“Glass Cabin” by Hannah Bagley
We rise at dawn,
Your nose still scrunched from slumber.
I meditate to the sound of the sparrows,
My prayer to . . . Continue Reading
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We rise at dawn,
Your nose still scrunched from slumber.
I meditate to the sound of the sparrows,
My prayer to . . . Continue Reading
We’re coming upon a holiday where we as a people gather together and reflect on gratitude. We may contemplate the hundreds of Thanksgivings our people had before us. Or, perhaps, we ruminate over the gatherings in the most recent decade. A particular dish. A special person. A family tradition. WeContinue Reading
Down in the gopher’s meadow, The black water meets a bank of bright green— Littered with charcoal colored slate, shifted into a home for the little truth teller. An archway of vine spills over the rocks As purple flowers bloom against the august air. The walnut trees giggle from acrossContinue Reading
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