Category: THE DEAD
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So far away
Where are the dead? In the far reaches of the universe bordering on oblivion. And that’s why I am yelling. Where the hell are you, honey? I need to talk to you. For thirty years when I’d get mad at life not going my way (Shakespeare’s good old ‘slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,’) I…
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Waiting for a sign from the unknown
Reaching out to the dead. This is a perfect night for listening to the rain. There is nothing worth watching on television, which is sometimes my refuge from reality, so I lie on the bed, not in bed, but on the bed with my cat keeping me company on the end of the bed, and we…
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Looking for the dead
You are the eye of the storm and the sturm of the drang and you are dead. Deadeye Dick killed with a stick, a stick in the eye.
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The silence of the dead is deafening
When I was twelve years old I rode my bike twenty miles to sit at my brother’s grave. I talked to him through the earth. I asked him if he could hear me.
Mary Saves the Day 