stories
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For Walt Whitman
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not today is to justify me and answer what I am for. But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me….I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then […]
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The butterfly and the chrysalis
I am through tonight the mirror cracked from side to side and i saw you clearly, you locked me up that night, tight as a butterfly in a chrysalis who has her secrets, all but the one you could not keep for I had a voice. you kept me in a silent prison of thirty […] Continue reading
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Birches–A Short Story
I wrote this a few years ago after going through a relationship. I tried to understand a man that cannot be understood. I hope you enjoy my story. He stood at the window, staring past the birch trees swaying in the cold wind. Fall was descending rapidly, the kind of Canadian fall that slips in […] Continue reading
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on the Dakota night sky
Driving down highway 83 south in the inky black midnightintent on the roada flashpoint of light out the driver’s side windowcatches my eye.With a gasp I slow the truckmesmerizeduntil a sudden bump reminds me of the shoulderand I pull to a stopa turn of the key then darkness descends. Utter silence surrounds me in the […] Continue reading
About Me
poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide
Diary of an American 