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  In a late fall morning, in my upper room,settling into my armchair, which once belonged to Deb’s dad,I take sips of coffee while slowly inhaling a Psalm      ...

  At Base Camp he pitched his pillow tent, drew flags with crayon and hung them on his tricycle.He loved the stars stuck to his ceiling, and loved the clever,si...

  Sometimes, words fall through spaceout of sheer loneliness; pine for connection.Take any noun, on its own,vagrant, indigent, languishing in isolation.But shou...

  Out on the eastern terminus of Suturna Island, I crept past tide pools and reams of seaweed and knelt on the jagged basalt; knelt at the blue foot of Mount Ba...