The Fate of the Land

  The Burtons meant business. No hobby farming for them. They felled trees, cleared many acres, restored the early nineteenth century farm house. They fixed up the barn, fenced the fields, stocked up with cows, pigs, geese and chickens. The family mutt was told he was now a working dog. The father swotted up on…

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The Things You Left Behind

  The opening bid on the painting was twenty-six dollars. It was a painting of a nun walking through a village in the moonlight. Her eyes were full of the bright light. My great aunt painted it in the twenties. They were all up for bid online, her paintings, her porcelain dolls, her postcards, her…

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When Memory Protects

*If you would like to accompany this piece with music, press play on the Soundcloud player. Memory is as flexible as a yogi’s torso.  It can be stretched or bent until its shape is hardly recognizable.  At times, it can assume postures that are every bit as unlikely as the most advanced asana of the…

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