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homeWhen I was old enough to consider which college I wanted to attend, I made sure that I would be moving far away from home. There was nothing to run away from, I just really didn't want to stay in town anymore.
Well, I guess I was running away from something. For as long as I can remember, a shadowy figure has been appearing in the corner of my room at night. HeI assume it's a he, because the figure is large and bulky, like the figure of a mannever comes near me and I've never felt particularly threatened, but it's always made me a little uneasy. He never appears to me outside of the house, either. I've never said a word to my parents, mostly because they would never believe me and because he's never actually made me feel unsafe. So I lived with that, but I've always slept with my head under the covers.
There were other reasons for wanting to leave what I called "home", too, but they were the typical reasons kids who go to college want to move farther away. So off I went, to
WindowA few weeks ago, I moved into a new house. I wanted a fresh start with my husband and our daughter of five, moving closer to where we both worked and to a good school to start our daughter in.
The house was lovely, a small place that was a bit lonely for the elderly couple living alone but perfect for us, as my brother had agreed to watch our daughter and stay with us for a while as he looked for work. The yard was good for the dog, the neighbors were good people. It was like a dream come true.
I began to hear noises outside every day, even when there was no wind to push leaves along the ground. Our dog had taken to a particular corner of the house near the door at night so it wasn't her, either. It wasn't just the fact that it was a soundno, there were many reasons for sounds outside, no reason for little noises to suddenly bother me now. It was the inherent feeling of uneasiness I got when I stood up to close the window, even when I looked outside into the dark to see nothing a
Story 2She told me not to go outside. As I look over at her now, I realize that I should have listened.
Nothing ever happens here. It's quiet and peaceful, and our neighbors don't live very far away.You get the occasional bear and other animal ambling around every once in a while, but we're both used to that by now. We've never run into trouble before, and I don't think you can blame me for not believing her at first.
Still. I should have listened to her when she ran into the house, telling me - no, begging me - not to go outside. Of course, I had to know why. What could have scared her so badly?
"It told me not to come out. Or or "
"Or what? I'll die?"
"I'll die," she said. "So please...just don't go outside for a while."
But the age-old human urge: once someone tells you not to do something, you automatically want to do it even more.
To tell you the truth, I didn't understand what she was saying. Kill her? That was odd. It couldn't have been a bear, since it t
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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