Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>

What I miss about the place are the sounds. Hisses. Sputters. Splutters. Burps. I miss the place and I think of onomatopoetic words: Fissure. Muck. Splatter. Whisper. Burble. Splat. Slurp.…

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1-2-3-breathe -1-2-3-breathe. That’s the stroke-breath pattern swimmers follow. By which I mean swim-team-ish swimmers. Muscle memory is strong. I sneak a peek at a man with grey chest hair and…

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I have a persistent fear of our dachshund disappearing into a muddle of bone and fur beneath the wheels of a minivan hurtling down our street.  This is not our…

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The blank screen presents a challenge: electrocute black and white letters into neon colors in a reader’s imagination to describe Randyland, a must-see-to-believe destination in Pittsburgh, PA.   I stare. …

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The husbands babysit the grill while nursing craft beers; they circle their favorite conversation of 2020: airports. These men are middle-aged, middle-class birds of a business traveler feather.  They wear:…

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“One night, in a phosphorescent sea, he marveled at the sight of some whale spouting luminous water; and later lying on the deck of his boat gazing at the immense,…

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