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what time are we upon and where do i belong?

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Tiris | The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

This concept in The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows describes words related to The Bittersweet Awareness That All Things Must End.

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*dragonflies flying*

C: Look it's grandma E and J! Hi grandma E and J!

L: Aww, that's so nice. They're flying away now though, see you later grandma E and J.

C: ...I wish grandma E was around longer.

L: Do you mean as a dragonfly or as a person?

C: As a person. She wasn't here for very long.

L: Yeah, it feels like she was leaving just as soon as you got here.

C: Yeah.

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Happy father's day

to you, mom. The

one who stuck it

out through it all

even if you really

(really)

didn't want to. You

made enough mistakes

for the both of you

but at the very least

you eventually picked

us up from the

playground.

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You were my tether to the world:

Literally speaking, for the 9 and a half

month gestation, my cord fed into yours

Then at times you held us too loosely with

your Invisible String - free reign to roam

within the walls you kept us caged in

And much too late tried to keep us on

a short leash made tighter and wound

around your fist. Now that your tether

is gone I feel anything but liberated.

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It's been too long since

I last saw you

and your waxy flaking complexion

that the embalmer touched up;

colour matching your lips to

an old photo--

let us know how she would

have looked before--

and yet before you were

different and at one point you

were the one doing the painting. I

remember how proud you were

the first time you did a woman's

make-up, how you stayed up to

practice and you weren't sure if

any of it would work out in the end.

Now you've visited to trim

my husband's hair and I still

haven't seen your face. The bits

I do remember are melting

into the lamp I keep by my bed.

We'll come to visit you soon.

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Daddy, Are You In The Ground Or In The Sky? — nycmidnight

A young girl struggles to understand why her father didn’t say goodbye. Length: 497 words Year: 2023

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-Jarem Sawatsky

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The Mango

There is a method to the cutting of the Mango— first, slice it twice down to the core just grazing the hard seed at the centre; second, cut a checkerboard before you invert the soft, sweet flesh that is currently exposed and ripe for the eating. Next, you place it in front of your child who is sprouting up before your eyes more quickly and more slowly than you could care for. She takes it between her fingers and a light comes on as she learns to gnash it between her gums. Satisfied, she leaves a sticky mess behind. And tomorrow, you take the mango to the lips of your mother who is falling asleep but rouses as she smells the familiar scent of her country. Delicately, tremulously she takes it in with the tip of her tongue, bite by bite, bravely swallowing the fruit, and for a moment you think she remembers something— anything—all the while the dysphagia is just another sign of the unlearning of a lifetime of things that she wanted to forget.

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I used to be afraid of the dark.

Of the nameless, faceless things

that would visit in the night,

the same way my mother was

afraid of the being in her mirror

and had to drape a bedsheet over

her vanity.

Now she asks me to look for the

shadows and I am not afraid anymore.

She points them out to me as if it's

a discovery of the New World--

"Look Mama it's a shadow!"

"Where is it, love?"

Moving, flapping, a twiddling of the thumb

and what was darkness is now

a new creature that is alive.

The shadows remind me that there is light

peeking between the trees in the woodland;

there is still light at the end of the tunnel

(somehow, so many of you will have found it already and one day will tell me where to go)

and there is light--

there is light

in what was once that shady bit.

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my husband

I never felt the need to write about You, my love— because you've heard it all and not because you are not the single-most important person to me but because you were (you are) the most uncomplicated, the least complicated of them all.

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Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

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DB

Death is A letting go A slackening of the jaw A loosening of the fist An inability to hold onto your animosity any longer "...and when you die, you just breathe out— that's all it is. Death is to breathe one last time, to exhale."

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Hawaiian Waters

By Redwing Keyssar Flat black lava Resting green sea turtles Gentle translucent turquoise water and waves This life on earth is the real deal! Magic abounds and Only requires open eyes and ears and hearts to experience its mysteries and power Why not live as long as possible? Why NOT live as long as possible?