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SHORTS

Here are some of my recent shorts, short shorts, musings and poetry.  Enjoy!

FIREFLIES

They came early that year and we caught them

in peanut butter jars 

because my aunt Laura said peanut butter was essential for luminosity 

and we believed her 

Only we could catch them 

Only we were fast enough 

to chase down the light of midsummer 

and return it to the grownups as proof of magic 


"Keep them until midnight and then let them go," our mothers said 

or they'll lose their light 

or you'll get warts 

one or the other 


Instead we poked holes in the top for air 

spooned in enough peanut butter to last until dawn 

and placed them on our night stands

where they eventually escaped 


Sticky and hyped up on Skippy 

dancing and unafraid 

squeezing out their last bits of enormous light 

into our tiny world

WE ARE THE NIGHT RUNNERS

There is a dog I run with at night. He isn't mine. He’s the dog of my elderly neighbor, Sara. He sleeps in her front yard with no leash or chain. No fence. He prefers the stars and evening air to the worn rug beside the wood stove. Like me he longs for the open road....

FINN

It’s May and I’m in love. I’m in love with Leonard Russo who has thick curly blond hair and big blue eyes and gives me cigar boxes full of jewelry every day after school. And I’m in love with Victor Panchenko, who asked me for the last skate at the fourth grade roller skating party and leaves bouquets of wildflowers on my desk. I’m in love with them both, but I don’t think this is allowed. I'm pretty sure you should only have one love at a time and I’m just about to choose between them, when I unexpectedly fall in love with the boy next door. An Irishman, named Finn Bailey...

THE GREEN MAN

No one believed in him. He was the stuff of fairy tales and old Abenaki lore. A fable most likely invented by our parents, to keep us out of the Hollow and away from the Loring...

BEATRICE

     I grew up in the suburbs of Upstate New York in a pretty white house in the middle of a long winding road called Bayview Drive.  At the very top of Bayview was an abandoned lot where contractors had left their building scraps; cabinet doors, sheetrock, and plumbing pipes. Over the years, the neighbors contributed their own odd assortment of things like vacuum cleaners, hamster cages, toasters and birdfeeders. We called it the meadow.  Every year the meadow got bigger and wider and higher. ...

THE OTHER SIDE

Coming Soon...

MEADOWLAND

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THE WIDE WORLD

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CRACKS

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PEACOCK

Coming Soon...

Vermont, USA

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