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I was taken down to the general ward in the
middle of the night.

Last part of my Dear Diary memory.

It was late afternoon before the contractions
became stronger...

My Dear Diary moment continues...

I think it strange
having a day for Fathers,
for God Our Father,
Our loving Father
and us
his shadow.

Mothers
are so forgiving and understanding of us...
we have our bad habits and hangups

A Dear Diary memory of giving birth in Three parts.

Poem based on the Adhene.

a day trip

short story

flash fiction

We saw her when we gazed on her with Neolithic eyes
and felt that close connection to the stars in deepest skies
but the closer that we come to her, the more we drift apart;

Morbid, depressing, suicidal, death-inducing IP for a Happy Sunday.

The hunter’s eyes are sharp eyes
and yet they fail to see
how beautiful the bird is
that he aims at with such glee.

The hunter’s ears are good ears
yet never seem to hear

I salute the tricolor of the sky and earth and sea;
the lion rampant of the rising Sun king’s livery;
those are the only banners that mean liberty to me,
a native of the world.

Don’t forget dad on Father’s Day

Surprise your dad on Father’s Day

In the gloom I gather
you to my breast, no more than a child
for all of your certified anguish...

I love celebrating Father's day

Sunday.

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all in a day's work

god is watching us