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Monday, June 20th, 2011
people who say they sleep like a baby usually don’t have any
i wake at three-something because i feel him leave the bed, and i wrest the earplugs from my ears. Posey. she has been waking regularly lately, a froth of nightmares of bats and cows. he comforts her. i am awake anyway, so i go in, pull quilts up around small chins. we slip back into […]
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Monday, June 13th, 2011
trust
when he hung the baby swing on the one branch in our backyard that could possibly be trusted with a swing, it seemed that summers yawned out ahead of us before we’d have to grapple with the fact that the playhouse – fondly referred to as the “babyhouse” since the August before Posey was born, […]
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Monday, June 6th, 2011
these pictures of you
mommy & Posey watching, a photo by o&poecormier on Flickr. long before my grandfather died, i stole my childhood photo album from his house. ‘stole’ is perhaps too strong a word. i laid my claim to the psychedelic satin-covered relic, waved it in front of my grandfather, asked if i could take it home. he […]
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Friday, June 3rd, 2011
the show must go on
i’ve never been in theatre, even if my mother used to call me dramatic. daily. but i was once – like most seventeen-year-olds of the human species – utterly and pretentiously enamoured of all things dark and mysterious and deliciously supernatural. so when i was seventeen and my high school English class took up Macbeth […]
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Monday, May 23rd, 2011
portrait of a semi-urban childhood
last week was all eulogies and elegies with a literary weekend to boot. a whirl. now, i am spun out…a top fallen over. i want to hide in the corner awhile, collect dust. but it is a holiday. children home. beds to strip, laundry to hang. walks to take, with two little bikes. one without […]
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Monday, May 16th, 2011
last post
And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break […]
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Monday, May 9th, 2011
the rhizome
there is no photo for this story. you make your own picture: your hands in the dirt. where are you? what do you see? what spreads out from the frame to ground you in a particular place and time? this story is a knot, a tangle of earth and weeds and ashes and roots. a […]
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Monday, May 2nd, 2011
those are pearls that were his eyes
skipping stones, a photo by o&poecormier on Flickr. Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. – Shakespeare, ‘The Tempest’ just before sunset on the last day of April, the day the lobster traps go out. this is Dave’s beach, […]
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Friday, April 29th, 2011
Friday’s child
the end of April brings taxes and mortgage renewals and home insurance and end-of-term papers and the opening of lobster season and two birthdays within a week. Oscar, then Finn, always out of order, the second child born 51 weeks to the day after his brother. both Friday’s boys, loving and giving. both early. one […]
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Monday, April 25th, 2011
partnership
cake?, a photo by o&poecormier on Flickr. last year, we made Oscar’s dragon cake together, the night before his birthday party, working late into the night over crumb coats and wine. it was fun. i had visions of doing it again this year. but Posey started throwing up at 5 am the day before Oscar’s […]
