culture
Playing hide and seek with tomorrow’s tragedy
Old men standing in place on a forgotten corner, pulling the time of their lives through the neck of a gin bottle.
Euri Giles
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culture
Dream
I can remember when not too long ago, at night, I used to dream. Close my eyes and visualize all the things I'd seen, all the things I want to be, and what the future brings. I'd dream of living happily, and all the good I&
life
He knelt, and he wept
And now, he couldn’t pray once more. The silence in his head was deafening. His body leaned forward, and his legs buckled at the knees as if the breeze had ushered him into a station to receive penance. He knelt, and he wept.
life
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It all ends where it ends.
life
I still wanna be able to help somebody
That event would change my life and start me on a path of discovery reconciling emotion, grief, and ultimately healing and fulfillment through my writing, prose, and poetry.
life
I’m doing the best that I can
I leaned into his right side where his good ear is and said, “I love you dad, I hope you have a good day today. I’ll see you next time, ok?” He stoped fidgeting with his hands against his cereal bowl and placed them down in his lap as
life
He Ain’t Got A Prayer
The character is an old man who was never religious. Now death is near and he only has religion. He feels like it’s not enough. He needs something more to face death. He needs something to soothe his spirit and the spirits who will shortly come and take him away.
life
Yeah, okay moon, I see you
Too many years have passed between then and now… Yeah, okay moon, I see you, I thought… I got to get going, though. It feels like if I slow down, something might go terribly wrong.
life
no, everything is not ok
His expression is evidence of his brain telling the rest of his body to divert all the stored chemical energy to the muscles in his face that make his lips pucker in the middle and curl up at the edges. Making him smile makes me smile, and it feels good, until one second later when it doesn’t
poetry
Anxiety
volta
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C.R.G.
His words, a catalyst of creativity...
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Life continued changing into the very things that he wanted to write about, his health. The science of Alzheimer’s, the philosophy of death. He wanted to keep telling stories. That was my dad... This is Clareifi...