Side Stream: A Journal

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  • YOU MISSED IT

    I was twenty when he walked into my work. He had chin length brown hair, was short like me and when his eyes found mine…

  • Cultivation

    I met my friend’s second daughter, one week old, this evening. Nestled in the crook of my friend’s arm, she looked like a doll anyone…

  • Ways to Enter

    I’ve always liked doors. They suggest to me something big — some possibility of change; becoming some other self. I used to believe in portals.…

  • The Clarity of Cal

    He just sent me a text: “A working boy is a happy boy,” with a pic of his dog perched on a tree stump amid…