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The Brief Life and Tragic Death of Starling Witt

Monique found a fledgling Sunday, hopping at the bottom of the basement stairs behind her shop. Monique is the poet, artist, Standing Rock veteran, and all-around bad-ass Latinx dynamo behind The Skullery Maid, a vintage furniture and clothing shop on … Continue reading

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Nooby Abba Naba

The quiet morning hours are my favorite, before most humans began moving about their bustley days, when the sound of tires whirring against the pavement are sparse and distant, and the palette of stars prepares to yield the field for … Continue reading

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Effie’s Walnuts

The September late afternoon sun streamed through a leafy canopy arching over the cracked and patched asphalt street as through skylights in the nave of a deciduous cathedral. Blue was leaking out of the leaves, infusing the sky, and curling … Continue reading

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Cries From the Ground

Beaver Cleaver he don’t live here anymore. He used to. Back before my time. Back before Ed Sanders moved to New York City and formed the Fugs. Back when people of color kept to their own neighborhoods and their own … Continue reading

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Spring Musings

That Stumpy is kind of a bad-ass. Stumpy is the name I call one of the neighborhood squirrels. My neighborhood is in the Olde Town section of Blue Springs, Missouri, that spreads mostly westward from where late 19th Century residents … Continue reading

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This land is Ixtlan

We walked today to Bunnyfield Plantation, where MacArthur sweeps into 19th Street, cattycorner from the Lutheran church grounds which is mostly a grassy hillside sloping down to a berm where South Street bisects 19th. The roadside there is mostly a … Continue reading

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Leon Trotsky; Doggy Detetctive

It was a dark night … … of my soul, if not behind the cascading crests of cloud-waves in the azure Midwestern sky above Leon’s office in the Old Town section of a nondescript Missouri suburb. Like so many settlements … Continue reading

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