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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.
Old men standing in place on a forgotten corner, pulling the time of their lives through the neck of a gin bottle.
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&
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.
It all ends where it ends.
The bullet had struck the water about two yards in front of him and would have hit him in the upper back had he not bent to retrieve the reins just before the carbine’s report. Then, he heard multiple crackling gunshots. This time, he realized the shots were too far away
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.
When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me. Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage. But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether. When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
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
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.
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.
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
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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...
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a reflection of the life he leads, and a painful memory of what I am trying to escape
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I am weary now, and I must rest like the dead star; in a silence of atmospheric serenity.
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Soaring in high above the concrete pathways, watching the devices of smoke and smog poison the skies. Cutting through toxic clouds of sulphur and ozone, always thinking that there will be a break soon in the stratosphere, allowing me to breathe and see again. To let the insects become once
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A loud report, and the once life – filled body crumpled to the ground. No one seemed to notice that he wasn’t wearing any clothes. And it didn’t matter any way. He was just one more air breathing, food eating. Money grabbing automation. Transition: I walked across a memory,
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What madness, that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain; body; to drift aimlessly through space. Upon a journey, that is to have no end or beginning. I display my contempt for the Force openly; for life is