Category: Death
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The life saving sanctum of remembrance

My wife had a big heart and for 34 years I was inside it, and when her heart stopped beating I was cast into a void.
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What’s going on here?

Sometimes I think I’m dead, at first I thought it was the phone that was dead because it never rings anymore…
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To hell with death

I am so weary of death And weary of writing about death For the rest of my life I will be bereft Because death crushed the last breath Of my two brothers and my son Seth And lastly the cruelest of all my wife Beth But now as I catch my breath I’ve nothing left…
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Hedging your bets (God-wise)

A somewhat cynical yet possibly hopeful poem by my alter ego, Vilém Více, who lives in Prague, one of my favorite cities in the world.


