http://slow.writerscafe.org/RockStep The original writings of author RockStep en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775974895 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 at every season change, a fresh rotation of memories take their turn to haunt, it seemstwo, three, four and counting nowyearshappened yesterdayto someone elsewhose body I stolein an alternate realitywhere such things are possible my reflection shocks me, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1413151/ there’s talk at the funeral homeof asking you to work for a livingbetween extended condolencesand talks of interventionsI know we won’t hold you’ve come to beg as much as mournbut you donned your ostentatious armorplatinum and diamonds are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1358516/ call me, we'll make plans, I'll bring some asbestos this time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1356573/ if I have becometoo smart to enjoy these things…lobotomy, please? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1356565/ boy, I barely knew youcome to find out, none of us didwe talked about it in meetings&how our suspicions were probably correctwe’re trained well enough for hindsight, anywayall we knew beforehand:your demeanor, your notes, your feedbackyour youth and likeabil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1353144/ (fine line between) denial     ----and----                 compartmentalization I’ve            &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1352721/ you’ll never be the man to meyou were when you were still a boyand with a woman who was stilla girl, which I can never be I know the bias memoryand self-report can bring aboutbut you gave more- and you had morethough less, of course, maturity .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/RockStep/1351002/ insofar as memory allows me to reflectin its temperamental filters for intangibles as suchI’ve pined since time began; 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