| Make | NIKON CORPORATION |
| Model | NIKON D810 |
| Exposure | 1/125 |
| Aperture | 5.6 |
| Focal Length | 85.0 mm |
| ISO Speed | 100 |
| Flash | On, Return not detected |
| Make | NIKON CORPORATION |
| Model | NIKON D810 |
| Exposure | 1/125 |
| Aperture | 5.6 |
| Focal Length | 85.0 mm |
| ISO Speed | 100 |
| Flash | On, Return not detected |
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We were exhausted by Tokyo. Exhausted from the excitement of having finally arrived, from steering through the crowds and having our ears rattled by the strident chatter all around us, jetlagged, sand-bagged by the sauna heat of the city’s streets. Exhausted above all by the people of Tokyo. ...
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It was 3:25 when Walter walked into Bongart's Cleaners on Eighth Street. He approached the counter and dinged the silver bell. By the time he got the claim ticket from his wallet, Sally came out from the back room through the curtained doorway.
Though Sally was middle aged...
Read more: Walter’s Last Model
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“Hey, fatso,” someone shouts, awakening Petticoat, the hippopotamus, from her snooze. She shakes her great head and bares her teeth and tusks. “I wouldn’t do that,” she says. “I'm unpredictable, you know, when I'm frightened.” She squints her tiny eyes looking for the culprit.
“Here, here!” A small...
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The lunatic was not a lunatic previously in his youthful days. He used to be a young, handsome student with a very genial nature and an ever-charming smile always hung on his oval plump face. His eyebrows were so perfectly aligned over his twin eyes that sometimes his...
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My eyes closed, moments from sleep, I hear a voice. I hold my breath for a moment, my heart racing in protest.
“Bill, is that you?”
Other noises follow. I’m as still as the bed beneath me.
At last I realise it’s from the TV downstairs. I feel...
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One spring afternoon, you watched the neighbor kids playing with a spotted puppy. They had company so maybe it was theirs. If they brought the dog into your yard, you’d shoo them off.
You certainly didn’t want to raise a puppy. Or a dog to run your...
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Everyone wore a mask now, but why they did was no longer a question. Those who asked either disappeared or, after a suitable period of re-education, joined their faceless colleagues. The masks kept us free not just from airborne threats to health but from the complexities of signalling...
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Sarah Jensen works at the county morgue. It’s the only job available, her probation officer tells her. She’s a lousy thief, it seems. Gah, she hates scrubbing stainless steel. She’s the only one in the morgue because her shift is from 4 p.m. to 11 p.m. As she...
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How horrible the moon. How horrible the pale light it cast upon my grave as it called me to my duty.
In a few short hours I would leave the comfort of my grave to walk among the living. I scared most of them, but now after over...
Read more: How Horrible the Moon
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Jack pulled the comforter over his head and clamped his hands over his ears, but it did
little to block out his parents’ screaming. If it got any worse, he would hide in his closet.
“I told you I wanted shrimp for dinner,” Amit, Jack’s father, scowled and...
Read more: The Woman in the Mirror
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"How terrible the moon," Mr. Abrams said each time there was a full moon. "There's sadness with beauty."
At first, when the future Mrs. Abrams met him, she thought it was odd. When he was young, he'd wanted to ride on the back of his older brother's motorcycle...
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Morgan smiled at the barista taking her cappuccino order. The coffee a small indulgence to celebrate a fantastic day. Two job offers. The gods were smiling on her, finally. She set her purse on the counter, and a rack of keychains beside the cash register tinkled at the...
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“We love those who know the worst of us and don’t turn their faces away.”
-Walker Percy
Mike Hanlon, an old childhood friend of mine, had cultivated the pot, not for kicks or profit, but expressly for relief. He was a poor and suffering soul growing...
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Annie had dreamed of her wedding day since she was six years old and received a bride doll. She'd even planned and revised how the day would unfold a hundred times. Her mother had read the notes and lamented how she didn't remember her own wedding. Annie vowed...
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Oily rags covered her toes and loose leather straps ran around her heels. A hint of blood seemed to darken each step she took through the falling Thanksgiving snow.
“Hav ye ah pence, kind sir?”
A single coin flew through the cold air, and a rag-covered hand suddenly...
Read more: Thanksgiving Thought
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He recalls an old mill pond. He sees with ease the boy he was, a child smoking while watching the small red and white bobber he has cast out to the edge of the lily pads, hoping mostly for a bass or a pickerel while expecting a perch, ...
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Jim Keohane drops his razor into the basin of hot soapy water as his body slumps suddenly with the news coming over the radio. Bobby Kennedy was fatally shot at the Ambassador Hotel just after midnight in Los Angeles, just after 3 AM, Eastern Standard Time. Alone, no...
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Skippy Graycoat woke up early to the chirping of birds. It had been a long night for the young squirrel. He spent hours fixing up his new apartment, a fancy little hollow inside of an old, maple tree, and he was happy to finally have some privacy. No...
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Clara Beth didn't remember that she'd promised to fill the cast iron bean pot for the Smithville Annual Bean Hole Bean Pot supper until late Friday afternoon when she received the call that the bean hole was prepared, the embers hot and ready. "Almost ready," she lied. What...
Read more: A Pot Full of Beans
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“Don’t be ridiculous,” Angelina scoffed at Sam, her husband of sixty years. “You’re not leaving. You won’t last a day without me.”
“I can’t deal with you anymore,” he said as he walked out the door. As if she’d been the one to disappoint, to betray.
Angelina’s sagging...
Read more: How You Can Go Wrong
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He hurts, body, mind, and soul. Death has made its introduction and he has given it a knowing nod. At this moment he’s in a hospice unit. The head of his bed is elevated and he’s in the consoling company of his dog, Emerson. The dog proved quickly...
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It’s my boat yard, and I don’t much care for the look of her. It’s a point of pride. You should be able to take a level to a boat up on lumber. Every day with her list, she stares me down. She looks guilty and sad with...
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Creating an imaginary garden
with real toads in it.
--Marianne Moore
Frogs circle the yellow-and-black snake in the trout stream by instinct, no less. Mr. Yorick, tall, but roundish, ...
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The old grand piano sat in lonely corner of the room. Dust covered the piano body, and insects crept in through the keys. For the house’s inhabitants, the grand piano was merely a dead wooden sound-making device mechanically operated. No one ever tried to infuse life into the...
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Jake dropped the baby off at daycare early that morning and replaced three water heaters by lunch. There were two HVAC systems left to service, so he wolfed down a sandwich as he drove between jobs. When he got back to the shop that afternoon, his boss called...
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I'm sorry, but you’ll need to go. I'm afraid to step out on the deck now after the morning before yesterday when you swarmed out of your nest and hung like a large black shadow, angry looks on your faces. We could have lived together, me on my...
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It was a morning in December of 2006 when we left you there. You could still walk then with help; someone had to hold your shaky right hand and wrap the other arm around your waist to steady your wobbly body. I helped you put on your white...
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We’re in Casablanca. I’ve been here before but Derek has not. “It would be beyond belief to go to Casablanca and not go to Ricks Café,” he famously said when we planned this trip – and here we are. ‘Casablanca’ is his favourite film of all time, no...
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I cannot tell you why I decided to write. Perhaps circumstance nudged me or perhaps curiosity or perhaps a desire to find the words to process the world, the human condition. Perhaps I wanted to find out how I feel or how my eyes see the world. Perhaps...
Read more: On HelenR and Writers’ Village University
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Each fall, Maine’s monarch butterflies migrate two thousand miles to spend the winter in Mexico. Then the following February, the butterflies begin their trek north. It will take three to five generations—the adult monarchs laying eggs, the caterpillars growing, forming themselves into chrysalises and metamorphizing, and new butterflies...
Read more: Milkweed and Monarchs
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My love for reading started early. I traveled the world and rode dragons, fought knights, stormed castles, stole treasure with pirates and rescued kidnapped princesses. I floated down rivers in the deepest regions of unexplored lands. I climbed trees and mountains and flew on clouds.
Mom read to...
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A flock of wild turkeys has wandered in and out of my yard for years. I have a raised deck so my birdfeeders stand ten feet off the ground and the turkeys graze under them. They are timid birds, and typically when I step out onto the deck, ...
Read more: To Thwart a Wild Turkey Hen
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I joined a writing critique group in the spring of 2019. I wanted to learn how to write both fiction and nonfiction. I was rather confident that I wouldn’t have any problems. How hard could it be after writing business letters and lesson plans for thirty years? Plus, ...
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What makes a place a home? I grew up on a small farm in Sunnyside, Washington, where my dad raised sheep and my mom took care of the house and yard. For almost twenty-two years I called this place home. But home wasn’t the location, Sunnyside. It was...
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I must be the Charlie Brown of writers because I’ve never been able to figure out what “style” is all about. What does that word, ‘style,’ mean? I’ve always had a problem with it. If there were such a thing as “styleblindness,” a disease like colorblindness, I’d be...
Read more: The Style of No Style
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Like the many millions that have come before you, and like the still many millions around you, you may find yourself facing both a troubled past and an uncertain future. Initially and unavoidably, both your past and your future need to be faced concurrently. In so doing, you...
Read more: To All Recovering Wrecks
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The Corona virus presents new challenges. Stuck at home, and with more of us sleeping, eating and working here, and a dirtier house, I was finally going to have to figure out how to use my new vacuum cleaner. Ordered a year ago, it mostly sat in its...
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Get up early. You can’t ride all day if you sleep in. Braid your hair tight — you don’t want it flapping in the wind. Make sure you don’t wear the undies with the seams down the back because after a long day of riding they will make...
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I understand a little bit about wild turkeys. They're on a constant hunt for food, drifting through the neighborhood scrounging what they can. But I don't know how it happens that a few will either be left behind by the flock or leave it. This past fall, I'd...
Read more: Occasional Neighbors
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Saturday mornings were special occasions at our house when we were growing up. My friends begged to spend the night so they could be part of the Saturday morning ritual.
Mom would take out her green plastic bowl and splash in a little water, a little cocoa powder, ...
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When I was a child, my mom and Aunt Leona would pack us six kids into our blue Chevy Belair and drive to a local mobile home dealer (they were known as trailers back then). We would walk through the new homes, just for something to do. How...
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Autumn is falling in Maine, harder this year than I remember over the last few falls. We've had two nights of close to freezing temperatures, not enough to ice over the birdfeeders or kill any of my plants yet, but cold enough to turn the furnace on. My...
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Every year shortly before spring, the Gurney’s Seed & Nursery Co. catalog shows up on my doorstep. The cover is plastered with a WARNING label in big black letters informing me that if I don’t order now, this will be my last catalog. It also has coupons: $100...
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Mornings, I like to have a Kindle eBook open on the dining room table so I can read and look out into the backyard to see what might be happening.
I live in a raised ranch with an attached two-car garage. My deck, which is off the kitchen...
Read more: One January Morning
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A book club I’m part of recently discussed The Ruinsby Scott Smith. It’s not a book I would have finished reading based on the first 50 pages, but sticking with it afforded me insight into what a narrative voice can do. The story is about a group...
Read more: The Ruins and the Writing Technique of Negative Space
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Go to work every day. Do your job. Do it well. Always learning, getting better every day. Soaking in the letters that become words, that lead to success.
Meetings, instructions, to-do lists, directions — the words start to drown like a river of brown muddy water rushing through...
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On our homeschool adventure today, we dreamed aloud of the places we would travel to if we could. My kids and I agree: Ireland and Scotland are our top two places to visit. We played music from Spotify and sang aloud to the merry tunes of the Irish.
...
Read more: Canada, Marty, and The Exorcist
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I am twisted, bent, and deformed on every side. Everyone trying to use me to serve their own purposes, to justify their own beliefs and actions. Their eyes constantly sliding away from my pure, unaltered form, too brilliant and painful to behold without their chosen filters to dim...
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The monarch caterpillar couldn't decide where to turn itself into a chrysalis. He wandered across my front stoop so many times I was afraid I'd step on it so I stopped using the front door. One time, he'd be crawling up a post of the front railing. Another...
Read more: A Monarch Chrysalis
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I had no idea what milkweed looked like because I'd never seen it, but I'd always wanted it to grow in my yard so I could see the monarch butterflies.
For the longest time, I've hoped the patch of wonderfully fragrant plants with pale purple flowers growing...
Read more: Monarch Butterflies
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Dedicated to my sister Marilyn Anne Walker Potoski
When I was little,
You were my protector.
I called...
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as I ride the elevator, the door opens,
two men, one grey-haired, the other red-haired,
dressed in immaculate...
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In our Japanese Poetic Forms class, we studied the haibun form. It is an inspiring event in the...
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The lone poplar tree has watched over
the back yard for fifty years.
It has been a haven...
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Airport runway lights
smashed again
we wait
for the sun
cold coffee in paper cups
torn night
draped...
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breeze over empty shoes
whispers stories from those
who the land gave
lowered flags on stone buildings
hush
...
Read more: Kisikisotowaw Awasisak
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Half-way through
the old argument I study the recipe
on the Pacific Evaporated Milk can
harvest milk and...
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If you want to learn to live
truly
fall in love
with one who is dying.
...
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I crunch my boots into the snow,
stare at the daffodil shoots,
which struggle to bloom soon,
attempt...
Read more: March 1st at Lochside Drive
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Yanni’s my black and white tuxedo cat.
He’s christened after Uncle John, our friend.
He supervises birds from...
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When it’s springtime in the Valley
Here is my advice to you
Stay inside, the wind is blowing
...
Read more: Springtime in the Valley
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The practical reason for building
the Hundred Stairs
was to create a shortcut
between Third Avenue and uptown...
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Why can’t I be happy with how I look?
Why do I wish for her...
Read more: Why Can’t I Be Happy With How I Look?
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The long, slow climb to the highest branches stretching into an open sky.
Focusing on the ground, a...
Read more: The Cat Days of Summer
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Lynn’s maple tree
was always the last to emerge
from winter’s sleep,
when it burst into leaf,
the...
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Free verse on the page that
is my tongue; raw flesh,
smooth and thin, dipped
in blood-tinted ink—
...
Read more: The Scream That Is Also a Song
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Our very first visitor was a cat.
Corkie came for a day, adopted us.
He soon had his...
Read more: The Moods of McCorquodale
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a grey woodsy coloured house
stands abandoned
in the midst of a haunted wood,
its windows are broken,
...
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She went into the woods to find
the wolf that haunted her
She went to the brook to...
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My forest dances on the wind, swirling above the green and brown copsewood. Above, branches split, held up...
Read more: Be Leery Of What Falls From Above
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I paint with words
I see
the pink tinge of fluffy white clouds
at sunset
I see
my...
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turquoise water of the lake
stretches for miles,
as far as the eye can see
two spruces wave
...
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Vultures gather on the old man’s neighbor’s barn,
‘decorated with ravens and barren trees.
A small cottontail stirs...
Read more: Neighborhood Walk Meditation
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I shiver in the darkened room,
stretch, try to pull the covers higher,
suddenly I am floating near...
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So glad it rained last night. Now, late morning, sun shines,
an unexpectedly warm early March. What a...
Read more: A Whitmanesque Inventory: Spring
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For eons now, the very core of my being
has become inaccessible.
Solitary.
Once it used to be...
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I’m grateful that I have a daybed
downstairs where I can rest during the day
with my Guinea...
Read more: The Blanket Hugs Me
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Love is a beast and angel and dream on fire.
2.
Your soul wakes in your dreams.
...
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…apologies to St. Patrick
Creative Spirit with me,
Creative Spirit before me,
Creative Spirit behind me,
Creative Spirit...
Read more: The Writer’s Breastplate
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As I rummage through the clothes,
I spot it, the well-worn white sweater
that now had aging spots...
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We have a large holly tree
in our backyard—
is it foolish to say
you love a tree?
...
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rain beats against the metal awning.
winds whipped up against two storms
racing each other over the Mississippi
...
Read more: waiting on an email
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