“God give us men. A time like this demands strong minds,
great hearts, true faith and ready hands...”
LOVE IN THAT SUNKEN PLACE
From as far back as I can remember I’ve always wanted to be in love. To me love was to speak softly, to have long silky hair. Love never wanted to fuck you from behind. Love carried you, looked you in the eyes. Love was between an man named Ridge and a girl named Taylor. love was a soundtrack over their laughter, it was a confession, a quiet understanding. It was your begging, my neglecting, and our reconciliation. To my mind I was strong, when you where always on your knee’s. Thats what love was to me, its the way I’ve always imagined it. Making love in the shower, reading a book as it rained.
“All the things she didn’t want.
She considered the lilies of the field”
GRACE
The moon is a big round ball in the sky. The sun is an orange, the world is a field. The old man saw simply so as to better understand things or better reenact things, I never could decide. As a child he’d joined the theatre , I’m told that he could dance, and many mistook his silence for some lacking or in-expression. “Introverts simply need an outlet” they’d say with all the calm a practice of such enthusiasm could muster. The director was a starved musician with creative passion he felt best expressed through theatre. Yet in all of his enthusiasm it had never occurred to him that an introvert might simply prefer the right to be contained, and unknowingly he’d disturbed the young mans placidity, having him believe it more pleasant to be on one’s feet, to move, to speak, to jump around in vexing activity. Now the old man’s steady pace, his grace could almost spit on him. “I finally suit myself” he said, and he walked slow, very slow.