thoughts

Dismissible

The ones that speak softly, blushing their diffidence without fakery. Waiting out the loudness. First, sometimes last, to leave. Speak when spoken to, unless principles, passions arise. Uninteresting, dismissible, no fun. We won’t remember you, and may not invite you back.

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Afterword

Will you tell me, Father, what the sky looked like when the Angels fell? When one of power sowed the great discord. The First Lie. Kin against kin. Weapons in Elysium. Did the black flock Blot the Sun And foul the Earth? And did She banish them Forever to the Nether?

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Dad’s wish

Dad’s been long in his grave. We didn’t know each other, really. At nineteen, I felt like a fake, attending bedside vigils, not knowing what to say or do. When i got the call, I was silent. Only silent. Fifty years ago. And now, I’m a year away from living as long as he did. […]

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A face, a fate

I am in a band that plays the odd local date. ¬†Churches, bars, gatherings and the like. A couple of months ago, after we had finished our setting up to play for an evening in the town tavern, we sat down for dinner and a drink. ¬†When the waitress came to our table, I felt […]

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Acting my age

From decades of borrowed wakefulness and broken sleep, this body gives way. The hated alarm faces the wall. Last night’s dreams of peace unfolded over fourteen unmedicated hours. This afternoon, with morning coffee, I take the two steps down to the garden, descending into green rest. I understand fewer things now. I repeat small stories, […]

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