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Julie A. DicksonNot there
I was sitting quietly - you didn’t see me, or perhaps it was like always; it was more like I was not…
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Julie A. DicksonTorturous Vessel
A bouquet sat centered on the kitchen table, my eyes studying the lead crystal vase that had belonged to my mother. The…
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Julie A. DicksonChoice
Hidden on kitchen table behind a pillar of salt, she, in buttoned up white blouse with starched collar, pepper remains aside, spice…
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Julie A. DicksonSpinning
Over the crest of a hill, I drove. A first glimpse through a fog-veiled light beam, headlights illuminating a field of diamonds,…
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Julie A. DicksonBlow Hard
Something has hold of my house rattles windows drops branches forty feet cats frozen mid-bite heads hover above feast roof intact-more debris…
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Julie A. DicksonWe are the same age
both over 60 you feel young perhaps 40ish you look at her as if you’re 45 but she knows you’re not if…
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Julie A. DicksonBlue Flowers
1 The quilt in Nana’s house had blue flowers on a white background, smelled of soap and fresh air, straight from the…
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