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The Fortune Telling Book of Dreams
A dream containing dogwood blossoms means you are questioning your religion. A dream in which you drive a Volkswagen Jetta up a river, as though the river were a road, indicates dissatisfaction with daily routines, but if it’s raining and the drops don’t splash in the water, you could simply…
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The Beaming Reiki Masters
for C Seven women and one man stand in a straight line with hands held palm outward at chest height as if they were saying stop and stare right into the camera— but it’s not like stop at all— the angle and curve of their thumbs creates a gentleness and…
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Clairvoyance
My friend who is learning to be clairvoyant says the soul’s greatest hope is to enter a body. When a soul enters a body, it’s thrilled. It’s like the best thing that ever happened to a soul. The body loves the soul too. The body hears the voice of the…
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#COLFAXMARATHONRELAY
Dear running, we both know I hate you, so I’m not sure how I ended up awake before 5:00 eating a banana, layering long underwear, tying my shoes and catching a ride to the football stadium where my leg of our relay begins, where when I arrive I find Whitman’s…
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Love Poem
I handed you my life like I would hand you a glass of water we were basically babies early twenties the end of college where will you go I asked you said I’ll go where you are * then began the long journeys, long hikes up tall mountains then arrived…
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Buffalo Creek Campground
If I want to see the spirit of God in everything, I have to see it in this man who is screaming at his wife at 6 AM while sunlight edges down the shrubby hills toward our tents. Get up and fuck are the only real words I can make…
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Untitled (By the end)
By the end, we won’t remember what happened when. We’ll remember hardly any of it. The only thing that makes it bearable is all the blossoming. The trees turn white, then green. What unfolds for me unfolds secondhandedly. While they’re injecting the midazolam, I am watching little girls…
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Why I Love My Mother
earth and ocean warm water warm towel her hands rubbing sunscreen on my shoulders warm towels we washed and folded every day of life earth earth kneeling to grasp the green beans canning them steam and sweat a thousand thrift shop dresses steam in our faces laughing laughing…
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Regret
By the seaside my daughter, age seven, sat down beside me and nestled her body into mine and was still. Her shoulder fit nicely in my armpit. We sat together in the sun, looking out at the water, which was clear and sparkling, as water sometimes is. I had plotted…
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Skyscraper
Why I love clouds is why I love cities: what fills part of the sky makes the rest of it bigger. This morning in Denver the judges and lawyers gather to settle the cases and nurses smooth the foreheads of various patients and teachers kneel with the children while the…
Kimberly O'Connor 