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'M' is for Monday
***NOT part 2 for “The Unofficial Student.”***Judie gazes at the mirroring glass, having pity and sorrow for the pine creature nearby. Its body tilts to the direction of the right, so Judie could see the drooping arctic wing that reminds her of a shriveling, single petal of a blue rose. She wishes to help the bird soar in the air, high above the thickening forests belonging to the sky. The bird hangs its head, entwining the guilt in Judie’s warm fingers.Her mother had died two days before Christmas, thus, all of the enthusiasm to open the gifts seemed weary. Judie looks down at the gift she ha...
Growing Up With You
I tilt the bucket and scoop out the last mug of water. Just warm enough to wash away the stubborn dirt sticking to your right toe from your barefoot walk in the garden with your Appa. I splash it at your toe, rub it, wrap you up like a croissant in your turkey towel, and carry you as you free your tiny arms and loop them around my neck. I place you on the bed where I have laid out your school uniform, baby lotion, baby cream, and comb. And give a final wipe to your underarms with the soggy towel as we both throw our heads back and giggle. Then I slather the lotion on you, maybe a bit much for ...
Suitable Vocation
Warning: a bit of gore and battle violenceThe sword in Starrin’s gloved hand seemed to weigh a hundred stones. He looked over at his leering rival’s sword, it dripped with bright fresh blood. The fat black flies circling Rahvie’s head made Starrin’s stomach flip flop. The last thing he needed was to upchuck his breakfast, here, in front of both their fathers, having hesitated so long was bad enough. Rahvie would be eager to rush back home and tell all the other kids of Starrin’s debacle of a day.In the eyes of the villagers, he’d be seen as a boy, the humility of wearing boy’s britches another...
my truth
my father was a writer, even before I was even born. I guess you could say from a literary perspective he knew the world better than we knew it, in a way that was sacred. He could speak eloquently enough to describe the human condition. He knew the struggles we all had and could describe them in great detail. When I was young, he sat me down and he said, “Son in life there are twists and turns, turns that lead to overwhelming outcomes. We can grow wisdom in old age and have a family or we do neither, but that’s not what matters. What matters is how you live your life. Will you live life on you...