The Rest of the Story

A story about a visit to Antarctica by Gael Mueller.

Talkin' to Myself

(For some unknown, unknowable reason, I stopped writing in June. Just stopped. Didn’t think about it. Didn’t worry about it. Whatever makes me write, stopped.

Then a few days ago, that part of my brain started working again. Just did.

So I looked back at what I had been writing about and realized—I didn’t finish the story of Antarctica. So here is–The Rest of the Story.)

The entire trip to Antarctica had given me an emotional high. I was were, for most of my adult life, I had wanted to be. I was on an ocean that few had the privilege to see. I was witnessing a landscape that was terrifyingly beautiful. I was acutely aware of the dangers that surrounded me as I floated on a small rubber boat among penguins and icebergs, whales and mountains.

Zodiak trips

The cold wind on my face, the sun…

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You must've been a big man in the schoolyard. Yes- that is what I think when I watch you with others. Did you lie in wait for that puny kid who wouldn't fight back-who perhaps thought that this was how their life was supposed to be;who made up stories as to why they came home... Continue Reading →

The little bird

You were a mindful runawayfrom a simmering home. The anchor still heavy.The chain a little longer. Pick up and run, my boy.Try out your tools.Unearned guilt needs no absolution. Know that you harbora strange and a strong beauty. An earned exception.A poem's inception.

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