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The Tomato Seed
A thousand lives; maybe only a hundred. Within my open palm, I held ancestors and children, the dust and DNA of all that came before and the potential for all that will be. Continue reading
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Procession of the Firefly King
When the Firefly Kingdom falls dark and loses the ability to light their beloved King’s final journey, an unlikely trio of misfits—a water-fearing duck, a star-gazing mole, and a bat afraid of heights and the dark—must combine their unique quirks to brave the night and rekindle the light. Continue reading
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Why Cat is Afraid of Water
“Remember that summer I got my nickname at that tournament? That was the same summer I learned the truth about why cats don’t like water.” Continue reading
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The Seed Inside the Fruit
Long after the Seventh Prophecy, the world of the Two-Legged is gone, drowned beneath rising, toxic seas. Now, an elder of the water-kin shares a relic of the time-before—a preserved jar of peaches—and a story of lost kinship, a changing world, and the stubborn seed of hope meant for the surface world’s return. Continue reading
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Railroad Baptism
This is a true story. Growing up as urban NDNs, we weren’t brought up with our culture. But on some level, even as that child, I somehow felt that this was a sacred moment. And I now recognize that humor is also part of our culture, and that laughter can be sacred medicine too. Aside… Continue reading
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Heads and Tails at Red Dawg’s
Paul was already there when we pulled in. Forty years and the sonofabitch still looked the same. I’d gone gray at the temples. Frizzy hair that couldn’t make up its mind between aging well or just giving up. Paul never changes. That’s the deal. Continue reading
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The Collector
Stay awake, Dreamer. Minted coins in the penny press Are just that; Flat and worthless. Continue reading
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Ephemera
First dance, first laughs The absurdity of two fish dancing beside us. Our first night lasted for hours, well until the sun rose to greet us. And I didn’t know it would be our last night. Or maybe I did. Continue reading
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Winter White
The books on the shelf were taunting me. TBR. And my Kindle’s obesity? Not going on a diet. Ever. My coloring book and markers have hands on hips, tapping their felt-tip toes, waiting impatiently for brain-fogged days. Yesterday morning they were nearly jubilant—my brain couldn’t read words, let alone edit for shit. Each sentence running… Continue reading
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