5/30/09 Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections
Objects In Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear In the back seat of our family car, we are rolling up the windows and complaining to dad about the odor coming from the cornfield we are passing. The...
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Hopscotch The morning cold makes me sidewalk hard and dampness taps me on my chest to say it is my turn again. I’ve tried to beat God at this game, but it doesn’t seem like an even match when he plays...
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Shucking Corn I am strong now sitting on the rocker. My feet push against the wooden plank floor and I cuddle my elbows inside of my sleeves. Looking through the screen to the hillside beyond, the...
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