Like chewing off the corner of a miracle…..

This story. I’ve been painting it slow.  Traffic jam slow.  I appreciate your patience with my telling. The pokey process of coming home to parts of myself long discarded has made sharing the things like snatching up the wind. Always in the past when I’ve tugged open a closet door and pulled out the contents,…

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Silicone sorrows and weeping wings….

I’ve had a broken wing. Sometimes gimpy these last 30 years, it’s been cut up to remove tumor and strip lymph nodes. I’ve grieved some things, especially how a swollen pain will insert itself when I paint and write and prune and plant and sometimes just breathe air. I used to imagine the injury a…

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