Monday, September 03, 2012


An invisible bully shakes me awake.  My baby!  The dark the heat the light streaming in from the streetlight the same as when earlier I fell into bed exhausted.  On the landing outside my bedroom I listen for a cry from my sons. Time shifts. They’re gone!  Grown up. In my office, the computer monitor flashes its cry for help.  I go to its aid.

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