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Read MoreEchoes of the past scream on. This pulsation of heinous sound… sound that screeches into my ears! Echoes of those who scream… This invisible crowd that follows me… Voices! Auditory torments! Echoes of memory and psychosis… The two entwined like vines over a grave… Bound...
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Read More© 2025 I am home now, alone in my “office.” I use quotes around it, because we know it isn’t really an office. It is the mudroom. I have a table with a fairly new plywood top. There is...
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Read More© 2025The King was too caught up in the recounting of his tale to notice us and continued as he paced, “The water that poured into the pond actually sparkled, even in the dimness of the cave where the only...
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Read More© 2025The sky suddenly grew dark -- and very loud! Blae’s feet dug into my shoulder, quite hard. “Ouch.” I said aloud, involuntarily.“Shut up, Tex!” Blae commanded. He didn’t just say it. It was most definitely a command.I shut my...
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Thank you, my treasured friend. I will certainly be honored to see and read it.
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Well, we’ve gotten here, you and I, and now our elbows wobble. (and all that other stuff) But doesn’t it beat the alternative? Maybe a little Neil Young is called for:
Old man lying by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by
Blue moon sinking from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Cold wind ripping down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lying by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
Don’t let it bring you down
It’s only castles burning
Find someone who’s turning
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I’m not sure if you got my response to your Neil Young tribute for me, Sam. Sometimes I forget that when replying to a comment, one should click the Reply button directly below the comment to which one is replying. Usually, I notice immediately, then I copy it, paste it using the correct Reply button, then delete my original. But I have the sneaky feeling that I’ve screwed it up other times and come off looking like a shit.
But I left out of my below comment something I meant to say to you: “Old Man, look at my life, I’m a lot like you only a lot better looking.” Man, that guy sure knows how to write, huh, Sam?
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Well, Neil Young isn’t my favorite (it”s the voice), but he’s a hell of a writer, so I’ll take this with a big thank you, my friend. And a big Ho, Ho, Ho, too!
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This one walks like a wounded animal—slow, deliberate, and not asking for pity.
That rain in the closet and reflection lying flat? That’s grief stripped of metaphor and still standing there, breathing.-
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Damn, Thomas, you nailed it! Uh huh. You always say the nicest things, my friend — and I sure do like the way you talk. Thank you!
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I recently wrote a piece about aging too. I visit my mother in her apartment building every weekend and I see others there, just hanging out in the lobby alone. She says they never get guests and that many of her neighbors are jealous of her consistent visitors. It made me sad to think about all the stories sitting in silence. I’ll post it in honor of this poem and its message