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June « 2012 « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. Monthly Archives: June 2012. My Tucson, Part I, Reading, Writing. I decided to write my own Tucson, though many of the aspects of Ander’s Tucson are also mine. Tucson has also been a place of readers and writers for me, as it is for Ander. I admit that a very large part of why I wanted to come here was Barbara Kingsolver. I imagined myself in. And came to the Sonoran desert. Kingsolver was still living here when we came, and I went to see her read at Antigone Books. And at...

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August « 2013 « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. Monthly Archives: August 2013. In Eastern Nebraska we are warned. It seems ridiculous but. Just to be safe,. When a cicada emerges. It is is pink and white,. The shell a dull twin at its side,. At first neither moves,. What things, if any, are alive? Then it all moves as the trains pass. Over and through the night,. Shaking the earth up,. Shaking my head on its shoulders,. At Grand Lake, With My Sister. There is a game we play:. That is all it is. We choose a food. Grandma...

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Dear Grand Lake (a love letter) « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. Dear Grand Lake (a love letter). Dear Grand Lake,. You are not the one in Colorado that everyone knows. You are the one in northern Michigan that no one knows. Except. My family knows it forward and backward for a hundred years. Dear Grand Lake. Dear. Who could count us? All of the grandchildren would clamor around. To choose one. Grand Lake kids hunt for crayfish like I did. Will you be? Can I summer home to you? This entry was posted in Uncategorized. My name is elizabeth.

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Moving through words and space. Newer posts →. The twins need only each other. Their world is complete, unbroken. Until someone tries to bust in. Sometimes I or one of Ani’s friends succeeds in a temporary rupture,. But in the end, they gravitate back. Someday this may change. They are so different, after all. But I marvel to consider what they have shared:. Six grades of school, always in the same class. Preschool, swimming lessons, dance classes, gymnastics,. Popsicles, macaroni, candy, toys,. My siste...

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Upon the Arrival of Tall Ships « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. Upon the Arrival of Tall Ships. The Tall Ships come into the harbor. Like it’s a hundred fifty years ago,. The drawbridge lifts,. A half-hearted canon announces,. And I imagine Ishmael. Considering the options and choosing his ship. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. And tagged Bay City Tall Ships Celebration. Dear Grand Lake (a love letter). At Grand Lake, With My Sister →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public). Analysis and ...

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May « 2014 « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. Monthly Archives: May 2014. He was never content to look at a painting on the wall. He had always to take it down,. To look at the back of the canvas. Or at least to lift it enough to peer underneath. One time only once he saw a completely different. Painting on the reverse,. Behind this front-facing still-life of summer fruits. Was a woman’s torso, nearly finished in browns and pinks. And the curve of a chin. And some open lips,. This on the back of the picnic fruits.

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February « 2014 « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. Monthly Archives: February 2014. I called that Baby Tooka Talka. Because she nearly talked. When a string was pulled out of her hard plastic. Back she made almost intelligible noises. A mechanical infantile language. Probably met her fate in. It was odd that I. Such a fancy plaything. As a welfare Baby myself. Tooka Talka the name. Still makes me happy. And I wonder why there aren’t more names. Like this in the world. Did not love her like a Baby. I loved her like a robot.

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Flip Art « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. He was never content to look at a painting on the wall. He had always to take it down,. To look at the back of the canvas. Or at least to lift it enough to peer underneath. One time only once he saw a completely different. Painting on the reverse,. Behind this front-facing still-life of summer fruits. Was a woman’s torso, nearly finished in browns and pinks. And the curve of a chin. And some open lips,. This on the back of the picnic fruits. Was so much too much to take in.

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Inauspicious Beginning « Western Highway

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Moving through words and space. In Eastern Nebraska we are warned. It seems ridiculous but. Just to be safe,. When a cicada emerges. It is is pink and white,. The shell a dull twin at its side,. At first neither moves,. What things, if any, are alive? Then it all moves as the trains pass. Over and through the night,. Shaking the earth up,. Shaking my head on its shoulders,. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. At Grand Lake, With My Sister. Tooka Talka →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Tenure, She Wrote.