Family Histories
By agnosticnun
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A Good Run
Stuck in this room, body half dead. My mouth doesn’t work much since the stroke. Or my hands. So between visits I mostly sit here. Watching memories like a tv in my head.
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Bands, Beers and Old Boyfriends
Bands, beers and old boyfriends don’t mix. It’s good beer though, malty and brown And it’s only the heat of alcohol going down, That makes me feel...
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Between the Photographs
Pictures scattered across years In a family album, faces fading with time. As they do.
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Debris
I am not ready for this to end-- Clearing your house of memories. / These things I found:
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Growing Up Canine
It is not that I was raised by wolves - my parents yipped and fought like humans do. But still I grew half-feral. ...
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Histories of a small town in Ontario
We were a town before there was a country, homesteads clustering, Grown from blood and dirt and starvation. Ships came over from Ireland. Don’t ask,...
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Love in the Days of Dial-up
We met on a VMS mainframe Over dialup, in bits per second - 1200
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Philosophy and Cappuccino
I used to dream this - turning in a bookstore Or an airport, and seeing you. But of course you found me on Facebook.
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The Language of Dead Flowers
image by Johua Veitch Michaelis, source Flicker.com used in acc with CC BY SA 2.0 Some flowers wilt softly into mulch. Others crackle and prick like autumn leaves Or cacti.
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The Moving Vans of my Childhood (late IP: moving)
As a child I lived in seven houses. I learned how to sort life into boxes, that gardens could make way for pavement, to love only those toys I could...
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