This year has been a year of leaving self-compassion in the duffel bag for a week, then forgetting it was in there, that it needed to be petted, fed, and watered every day, it’s body practically lifeless now, its eyes as yellow as neglect. It’s horrible to be unzipped by the alarm and to awaken…
The Windshield
First it was a grackle that flew into my windshield. Soon after it was a chickadee. Then a goldfinch and I think maybe a pine grosbeak but I can’t be sure now. For some reason birds kept colliding with the windshield of my car while it was parked in the driveway. “Have you tried covering…
The Parachutist
The parachutists were painting on the wall again. They’d drop from a plane, and as they descended by the gymnasium, they were pulling out spray paint cans, and spraying the wall in random lines and colors that represented diversity. They’d toss the cans just before landing. But one of the cans hit a reporter in…
Chris Russell 
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