In Vaudeville, the Bicycle Rider, by Charles Demuth
Never Forget and Psychosomatics
Never Forget
I will never forget
how quickly your scooter sped down the hill
how much fear was etched
on your mother’s face,
how forcefully you hit the gravel,
how hard your body jolted
on the pavement,
how intensely my heart surged,
as if shocked by a defibrillator,
how desperately I sprinted to reach you,
each second stretching endlessly,
and how grateful I am
you are still here,
to also never forget.
Psychosomatics
I lost my fear of death
a few years ago
So why did
my chest shutter
and my head flood with cold
when I noticed
this mole had grown?
My body is me, but I am more than my body
One day,
when I reach
what I am (not) afraid of,
we both will be raised
Then my body and I will be at one with another
as we are in You
September 14, 2024
Further considerations
A Charred Crown
By RL Selden
Molek! Your holy fire consumes // the burning bush speaking these new riddles
Driving Adrift
By David August
It was Thursday night, and like so many other nights in the past few months, he drove aimlessly through the city, alone with his thoughts.
At Sunset: Reflections on Participant Observation
It was almost time to bring in the sheep before the sun set behind the mountains. With excitement on her face and a bounce in her step, Iris emerged from the bedroom to the patio of her adobe house with a volleyball.