Poetry
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Listen closely. What do you hear? A breath.
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Today is New Years Eve. The year 2020 is about to become 2021, again reminding us that time does not stand still. Time continues to move on. Through pandemics, through economic crises, through natural disasters, time doesn’t stop. Humans keep growing older, and the universe keeps slowly dying. 2020, to most, has made this truth…
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John Francis Elliot, my father, died twenty years ago on this day: Where were you at my soccer games? Where were you at my high school graduation? Where were you when I graduated college with honors? Where were you when I joined my soul with my wife in marriage? Where were you? Where are you…
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A child of five years I was Sitting, waiting, confused. People whispering in hushed tones; People crying with sorrowful groans. A child of five I was; Lifted up, looking at, and wondering why Everyone was watching Daddy sleep. “Why is daddy sleeping?” I asked. No response. I touched his face; I kissed his cheek. He…