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I leave them stores for the winter,gallons of honey and a thousandgolden pockets of pollengleaming in the dark of the hivenourishing the workersthrough the long cold.But then I take my due,the honey supers so heavymy knees begin to buckle.Sweetness is a heavy loadpulling at my gut. It’s easierto cut itContinue Reading

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Ronnie’s hair had grown flaxen in her old age. It blew and tangled in the breeze as she made it up the hill, wicker basket in one hand as she cupped the space above her brow with the other. One of her bees, a long way from home, crawled alongContinue Reading

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This house hums like a hive,its rooms incubate larvae; buzzing and building persists.I cannot see the promised pink dolphin, omen of rebirth, anywhere, and all I want is to get out of here, go to New York,to give my homemade masks to the facesof unhoused people, my pasta to theirContinue Reading

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There was a legend that one hundred years ago our population was cut in half when a cloud of creatures descended from the sky, set down upon our village, and drove our people into madness. It was a story told to children. “The Night of the Swarmed Eclipse.” “The MillionsContinue Reading

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You were golden at birth, Ambrose,a swarm of bees settled on your face,leaving behind a single drop of honey. We’ve heard this before, bees landingon the breath of baby Zeus and Bacchus,Virgil and Plato, foretelling sweetness of speech. As sermons drip from your honeyed tongue,we gather nectar, beat our wingsContinue Reading

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On Saturday morning, not too early, really,Sarah and I drove North, up out of the city,to leave it. The reason wasthat on this particular day, last year,both of us broke up with our respective partners.By accident (of course)they happened to be on the same day.Our breakups did.By happier accident, SarahContinue Reading

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The Spring equinoxhas come and gone green shaftsof iris and tulip have stabbed throughlayers of earth. Yellow heads of daffodils and purpleflashes of crocus have opened to the sun.Yet here it is the first day of April and the windchill is twenty three. We’ve had scatteredflurries, and I wonder whatContinue Reading

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Sitting with bees, Irrepressible energy hums like the sun Poured into Spring’s burgeoning blossoming. Honeyed sweetness is gathered in quickness, But, Ah! It’s been cold for them now. Many have drowned in a late April hail, And each day they drop out their dead To the doorstep. I am stunnedContinue Reading