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Dangerous Compassions

despair

This bees poem on my fridge has pleased me for such a long time.  By my poet friend Amanda Laughtland. I’ve read it a hundred times.  Some bees were hanging out a lot, by the spigot, in the cat courtyard.  It was hard for Ming to turn on the water to use the hose.  Not… Read More »

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Dangerous Compassions

ultrasound

When the ultrasound tech squirted the hot slippery stuff on my legs, it felt like a cat peeing on me.  I was lying in the half-dark, trusting her.  I’d asked Ming if it was going to hurt, and he said no.  But one of the first things the tech told me was it was going… Read More »