Category: Family

Transfusion
March 1, 2024
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I guess you were meant to iron me out, after times of intense ambition,  climbing cliffs, goat's hoofs embedded in solid rock. Games for climbers, persevere up the steep and, I suspect, maybe I got lost in it, and this round has to be the last of that. You must spend all of me, empty my pockets. Imagine our tie as a promise made a while back, of bleeding it all away, and soon to come, the full transfusion. Total...

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Sonia (novelette continues)
November 30, 2023
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Marshmallow candy
Chapter 3 from ¿Who Will Help Sonia? Rhaya never forgot anything of what came after that particular morning, but it was clearly part of the past. Something she had gone through and seen to the very end. But now with her niece Sonia emotions stirred. A shake of the old vinaigrette which had been sitting in her mental fridge for ages. The contents still there, unchanged, but for a while the particles whirled in chaos before settling.  Sunny Sonia had...

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Brother’s Soul Recap
September 8, 2023
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He sits with a purpose, Stays without strain, Concise as a butterfly, A star self guided.   Perspires soil, but his heart might bring rain, Trickling down, Streaming along clefts.   He practices the main performance, Won't strive for more than this, Repetition his prayer, Renders sweet.   And I do believe, His life might be a river, an intricately woven quilt, Sewn-in careful vigilance, Of each and every infant stitch.   And his mind might be open A country...

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Potbelly Bump (novelette continues)
September 3, 2023
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Chapter 2 from ¿Who Will Help Sonia? There is no such thing as a homemaker who is only that. A mother to three young ladies in their teens, Rhaya knew better than to conceive such bland thoughts about motherhood, even if the now older millennials insisted on asking what she did for a living, if she had a LinkedIn profile, or what her professional title was. Sometimes, on a flight to see her sister Amanda, who lived south, she came...

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Rhaya’s Arrival (as told by the apprentice guardian)
August 7, 2023
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Chapter 1 of the novelette ¿Who Will Help Sonia?  I met Rhaya in the institutional green delivery room. I'm not complaining, it was a very decent hospital in the seventies. I was supposed to be there upon arrival when that baby's body was finally forced out into the dry, temperature controlled atmosphere. I didn’t know what to expect, this being my very first job as a guardian. As soon as she shot out of the liquid medium and fell into the...

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Familiar Stranger
July 18, 2023
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We don't know who he is. Some days, a misunderstood prophet, come back from the last days of his trials, when the townspeople wouldn't listen. Others, an artist taken over by a passion, meaning to write up in a frenzy, unable to stop himself, in some quest against time. ¿Will he reveal the secrets commended? His violin bold drama. Soon after, hands strike the piano keys composing his own pieces, at times morose, later epical. He tiktoks existential, wielding a...

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Commute
May 7, 2023
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Not much is needed, besides good food, select music, and the same unruly road. The 2016 SUV still delivers, though we should at least promise to change her front tires. Soon. Fortunately, our Oxford gray ride is trustworthy, even if she croaks over the dimpled streets of this overgrown city. This morning, your avocado toast soothes with the aroma of sprouted wheat, and my coffee seethes in its metal thermos. But before digging in, you roamed my paid subscription to Spotify and...

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Ballet Examination
April 18, 2023
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| Family, Verse
In this room of light diffused Planks beaten by plies and tendus No leeway is given for pretense In space consecrated. Hands reach for the barre Religiously No piece of attire to cover misalignment Any lack in the labors of time. Soon, toe shoes rub in the rosin And left are minuscule splinters Shimmering in the grain. Breath keeps sheltered In the powerhouse chamber Near the heart While gracile turn out of legs extends in synchrony. No false jumps are possible...

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