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brothers, part 23
“I’m glad you’re here!” I was caught off guard as i walked back into the house after phoning Mo from the porch. He had been eating breakfast, saw me through the window, and came walking around to the door. I’m … Continue reading
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brothers, part 22
we go to sonic for milkshakes. i ask if he wants vanilla or chocolate. he isn’t sure, so i order one of each. we stop at the park and sit on our bench. ducks are staging a parade for our … Continue reading
brothers, part 21
He’s pacing around nervously. I don’t know what to do. So we go for a walk. But the magic is gone. He stays six paces behind me, wary of the stranger leading him to an uncertain future. We make the … Continue reading
once upon an interstate
I know when night is gone that a new world’s born at dawn. — the prophet robert nolan We’re in New Mexico. Or maybe Arizona. Or somewhere in Texas if I got back on the interstate going the wrong direction. … Continue reading
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TGAEo2019 Day 4
It’s the fourth day of the fast, but there is no moment of clarity. It’s the same muddled mystery it always is. We’re watching Mo and Laura paint, but something is wrong. He’s restless, agitated. Something about the counters or … Continue reading
yeah. what he said.
Wildness is not a luxury, but a necessity of the human spirit. — the prophet edward abbey If you want to get away from the world sometime, go stick your feet in a tiny lake. Look up at the towering … Continue reading
marriage yin/yang
Yin: Mo completely wrecks her back. She’s unable to walk, move or think. She lies on the floor, totally immobile, in unspeakable pain. She can’t get up, and moves from room to room only in a slow crawl. Her life … Continue reading
