then the end of yearning.

Dude,

did I mention this to you, I had something to write about this morning. Before the news/

That John, my sisters boyfriends son had a White girlfriend with long, blond hair.

"She's pretty", my mother says over Sanka stained false teeth, while the younger teen girls,

their hair still parted and un-pressed, some in their pajama tops and needing baths

and a change of tampons, look stoically out of steamed over windows from the unapologetic

gas stove. What I wanted to tell you was that in that instant, I had lost faith in my subject.

You are aware that life in this physical form is a constant of flesh teasing you? Your consciousness

I mean. Like in "Moby Dick", as if a whale could come clamoring from the deepest sea

to swallow an old man at all..

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[CD Campbell]

Sometimes it is our hope to be swallowed by that whale and have our lives end in such a glorious fashion than to be wasting away on the couch looking forward to tonights chicken pot pie.. It's no wonder that our youth join gangs and fight clubs to live that warrior experience that is being denied them. It is in those times that we can give a finger to the teasing of the flesh and go out with a bang. But like you, I am still here to write and remember those, good or bad, who stood up to our mortality. I never get tired of reading you dana. Fantastic stuff. CD

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear brother for stopping by to visit me and to offer such kind words.....dana

[Emily B]

there is a whole book here, a series of Faulkner-esque novels exploring the frailties of the human condition, but you condense it so artfully, we see ages in an instant

[h d e rushin]

sometimes I get worried that the strong among us here (and by strong I mean those who have
been tested more than once) have gone on. I am so glad you are still among us Ms Emily...
Thanks for those remarks...dana

[Corset]

truth has always been stranger than fiction, here is a surreal scene albeit very normal with more irony that even Alanis Morissette could muster, I seem to like your poetry better when you don't have a cut and dry subject, like dirty girls needing tampon changes, with their unpressed hair, that was so fabulously realistic but mother's "santa stained false teeth" was amazing, it painted the sceen in my head like a Norman Rockwell, all the way down to the rolled socked feet.

[h d e rushin]

there is no race or gender anymore dear Corset.....just beauty hitching it's subjects and imaginations to events.....Happy new year my friend.....dana

[Corset]

Happy new Year sweetie hope you are having a good go at it :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and acceptance as much a reality as the legend of the great white whale?

sometimes reality is the knowledge of, and fiction is the actual acceptance that is real.

fascinating write---i clearly visualized all of it...and that old man taking his last strokes as....

j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dear friend...dana

[Ed Hart]

the morning news, skinning 'em alive...Jesus, hd

[h d e rushin]

Oh Ed..! like you skinned us alive so often.....thank you my friend...dana