Author: Pauletta Burgeis
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Harvest, 1992
A muddy irrigation ditch, a few solitary power lines and an occasional pole barn were all that interrupted the otherwise tedious repetition of flat cropland. This was fly-over country. Today however Ms. Watson’s fifth grade class, with their shouts of excitement and disbelief from the open windows of the old school bus, ruptured the monotony.…
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Harvest
The thin man in an ill-fitting, ragged black suit arrived silently by nightwith an entourage beyond sight. At high noon the next day, out on the edge of town, just beyond where First Street veers into Old Highway and disappears to places no one has ever been, the man and his Church of Truth’sTraveling Gospel…
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Bright Flower
Perfection placed in broken arms that dayYou came out screaming, wrinkled, pink, and breathedRelief, for you, miraculous new babeWere proof God watched, still cared something for me. Your garden chime echoed beyond the door,A Christening gift. “Watch over her heart,”It whispered. “She’s your little girl but more,She’s ours always, on loan, heaven’s fine art.” Today…