Gothic Cathedrals

It was November, the Monday before Thanksgiving, and the always-noisy, mechanical hustle-and-bustle of the nature-less city seemed to slow, as if holding its breath in baited anticipation. The skyscrapers going all googly-windowed, as if jabbering with...

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The Darkest Night of the Year

Today was an 'almost-winter' Saturday. They wore their heavy coats. They left the 'Snow Bear' ice creamery, and wandered, slowly, time to spare, past the bread shop, where everything smelled of honey-wheat and baguettes, and blueberry bug...

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Beautifully Tethered

A breath taken. Lungs filling, and a heart beating. And mind unfurling (like those morning flowers do). 'I see and smell and hear that You are, indeed, ushering in another day, my Lord,' was the just-waking, mental prayer. Thought up at...

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Bon Hiver

It fell in flitter-fluttering flakes, like a million parachutes. It fell in a slate-grey, later-day light, the open horizon all hazy (where did it start, and where did it end), and all the naked trees, with their sky-reaching limbs, trying to...

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Hoosier Tomatoes

They were sitting side-by-side on the kitchen counter, foot-paws bare, toes wriggling, not quite reaching the off-yellow linoleum of the floor. Cast in the soft, golden glow of a singular, sixty-watt bulb, which was hung in a fixture above the silvery,...

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Scurry-ful

Nighttime. And an 8:04 yawn, and a 28-degree whisker-twitch, with warmth wafting from the closed oven, and gourds (yellow, green, and orange) in the middle of the kitchen table (in lieu of once-displayed flowers). And a ladybug crawling, barely...

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A Folded Bird

The night, now prematurely born (in a fit of time-changing, legislated scorn), struggled to breathe. Not yet weaned from the drug called 'warmth,' and that drug called 'day.' The drugs that simply couldn't stay. Leaving all in a state of...

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Sheltered from the Coming Cold

In the fall, shuttered, sheltered from the coming cold, the old, white farm-house buried in the marigolds, Field listened. Swivel, went his ears. Swivel! Quietly, blankly, he listened to that rain. The rain that relentlessly, ferociously...

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No Sloe Gin Tonight

The dryer was tumbling end over end. All the clothes inside, in a great whirl of fabric and color. Unseen to the eye. But heard. And the skyscrapers, outside the windows, stood tall and still. Very still, with their lighted attire. Their signs,...

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Waechtersbach

The snowflake-shaped lights, strung from the curtain rods, glowed in their pale, plastic way. And, outside, the land was in a film of snow. It had only fallen last night ... "Waechtersbach," said Field. And he bounced her a tiny bit (the tiniest...

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Vespers

"Hey," was the whisper. And a look up. And a returned, "Hey." With that slight, sweet smile. The one that dawned in his eyes ... when she entered a room. When she stirred his air. When she came near. They were both outside, currently. On the...

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An Exponential Noon

"Fiber. The bare minimum you should be getting, daily: fourteen grams. Now, realistically, we all need about twenty-five ... okay?" Ross was in class. Nutrition for health (for rodents ... there was a health class for each major 'group' of furs;...

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