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Nov.03.2010
Red Felled Tree ©Cucinell 2010
This morning I awoke with my outlaw father on my mind. I call him that not because he was a criminal, but since divorce no longer made him in-law, he became my outlaw. I would not, could not, X him. Alex and I had loved one another from the first night we met. My ex-husband (we were “just friends”...
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Nov.03.2010
Red Felled Tree ©Cucinell 2010
This morning I awoke with my outlaw father on my mind. I call him that not because he was a criminal, but since divorce no longer made him in-law, he became my outlaw. I would not, could not, X him. Alex and I had loved one another from the first night we met. My ex-husband (we were “just friends”...
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Jul.22.2010
Somewhere around puberty, I began gathering rocks. This was not an activity of a collector, nor of someone who studies the geological nuances of different areas of the country. Although I was not aware of it, this was a meditative act. I use the word “gathering” because for me it liberated me from...
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