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Moonlight Ballerina

It started as the kind of night I always feel with you: Love and joy and tenderness – An intoxicating

(This story is loosely based on several lunch conversations I had with my Grandma Lillian in the 1980s. She taught

Strange. It seems the rims don’t seal quite as well as she remembers. And the colors; the greens and yellows

I first met Laurie Bembenek in the late 1980s while she was serving a life sentence for killing her husbands’

The ground was warm You pressed your palms upon the earth hands retracted and with them dirt Touching your face,

The water whispered words of comfort to this soul For too long its been out in the cold Pushing and

I don’t know anymore what’s cool or keen or what you mean when you say “whatever” Someway, one day when