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Soul-stice blues
The last time I saw Gretchen was six years ago when I flew out to the Oregon coast to celebrate her. It was 2017 this time of year. For a while earlier this month I kept seeing it there, the side of the road on the Oregon coast. Eventually I just had to get still and sit…
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The Grand March
Kenna had awards banquet Wednesday night. She was a nominee for the faculty award, made the president’s academic excellence list, and will graduate in two weeks magna cum laude. After, the kids went home with their mom til the other side of the weekend, and next weekend is Memorial Day and they are going camping…
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Wild spaces. Chesapeake forests.
Some week in the later part of fall I cut a path into the forest about where the morning sun comes up, eastward. Most morning times leading up to the winter Solstice I find time to wander the woods, starting at that point. The path winds to the right and immediately through a second generation…
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Downtown, again
It is September, when my body draws me downtown again. When I crave the Ocean City where I came of age, of my childhood and wild years, the Ocean City where I first met my love. Now I come seeking that second season outbreath, my charged system heady and crunchy on arrival and aching to…
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Small love letter of thanks
There was a coffee shop in the hills of York County that took up the inside corner of a cluster of businesses. The buildings were grey and made to mimic old german facade, with the hardwood latticing and outlines that always make something in my soul strike. It changed hands, the corner coffee shop, and…
Kel 