Lux Apollo

Ah, finally back at a computer so I can review! This sounds like it will be a great new ride through David-Twoey-verse. I had forgotten that Danny had an older brother. Of course, the end of the chapter leaves us hanging wanting to know more about David and Twoey and David's fucked up family. Well, even if Dad is gone, Tommy (Tom now, 'all growed up!') is still around. Interesting to see that Chuck and Don, and Tom and Barbara seem to have lasted as couples all this time. I guess now we are going to watch Chuck and Don get that status stretched by the distance between their schools, hopefully not to the breaking point even though it's hard to imagine there won't be drama. Will Carl step up and be a new support system for Chuck? Was looking forward to your next project, whatever form it would come in, and now I'm even more stoked.

vision swept across the starry sky after so long tearing in the chilling wind of winter life burns with the intensity of ages yet only a lacerated pale form of truth remains come, freezing skin pierced by heat of winter snow underfoot silent as she runs now, faster, away dark clouds, mortality a chaotic grace fleeing the deep of winter unleash her dire anguish flakes lashing flesh a last blizzard of desperation stumbling, driven back hope fleeting in that sof

Glad for his rescue... as awful as things became.

I'd smile but it's pretty inappropriate, I guess. There may be justice in the resolution of karma, but that doesn't make it any less brutal.

I thought I'd add something fun too - tonight, Ligeti's Concert Românesc:

I can't know why, but perhaps just that we have enough parallel experience and the emotions are universal enough... I am glad these old pieces are doing something. I guess it is nice to have some validation all these years later. After having an English teacher brutalize some of my work - and the content in particular - I found it hard to approach this stuff anymore, even when I was only writing for myself (hence 'indulgences'). Poetry, like dance, is very easy to criticize, but much more difficult to connect with and appreciate... Even looking at my own work, sometimes, I wonder what is really there on the page and what is just in my own mind.

A world of infinite hugs for you.

Heartbreaking forcing him to watch Preston and his siblings like that... I just wish he hadn't deleted those texts and messages. He's hurting and not brave right now, but I hope his hideaway mode doesn't last too much longer. Sometimes reality can hit even harder that way, and sometimes you end up hurting the very people who want to support you.

Sigh. I thought I had posted a review to this back when I read it, but apparently that wasn't the case... well, Tim's thoughts generally echo mine, so I am just going to hold up a neon sign pointing there. Nice work.

These were wonderful. You said something good the other day about not having style, but this just goes to show how opposite that is from the truth. Cheers.

Turning up the heat on the conflict clock, eh?

I Nobody knows the tears I’ve wept. No one has seen the invisible Marks I have left. No one has heard my voice My desperate-silent cry. Everyone else has a Life to live. Why don’t I? Nobody knows what I have to hide. No one would want to know So why would I? No one cares enough to be My guide. Everyone else has a Life to live. Why don’t I? Nobody touches me I cannot feel it. Nobody looks at me Without contempt Nobody knows I don’t know why I still want to l

I agree with DQ it is better Clint isn't on the council - both because of his relationship with Zane and because of Zane's reactions. I am really starting to worry about all of these conflicts that are building up around Zane - both the ones he is directly involved in (Clint, Greg, his father, the principal), and ones he is not (Travis and Angie). Clint is great, but he is no superhero no matter how hard he tries.

A wonderful happy little chappy!

Lovely little chapter. I am glad Lydia is such an understanding woman with Deke and his responsibilities. The boys need her support. Something tells me that barbecue is not going to be an easy time...

Lost in the waves Waiting for you to Realize, baby No, I can't speak No, I can't whisper You wouldn't hear me Our reality dissolves into detachment My aching mind now so numb To the thunderstorm outside Please stop raining down on me, baby Please stop flooding my desert island Let the sun shine down for once I don't think you ever really knew me Well, maybe I never knew you But I can't change the past You've gone away, pretending But you keep coming back Con

Thank God there will be an epilogue - that would definitely have been too abrupt an ending.

A reaction provoked is better than none at all, yes? Well, as long as it was an emotional reaction to the text and not the quality... Thanks for the r&r skinny.

God this one hit home so hard. Imposter syndrome is crushing. It's so hard to trust the words of others when those negative internal voices are so overwhelming. It eats away at you, and the 'medicine' to fix it is difficult to swallow because it is literally the antibody of the root problem, disbelief and shit self-confidence, and is therefore almost intractable... Strong hugs, Tim.

Vivacious, voluptuous viols are anything but violent when very vociferously vibrating. Verily.

Nice beginning, and good to see a lead character comfortably out with his friends. Looking forward to seeing more!

More style than you? I don't know about that, Parker... Thank you for reading and finding empathetic meaning in these words.

I wonder, maybe, whether the questions should be asked out loud, or by action? Show rather than tell? Thanks for reading, Tim.

Thanks Val. To be honest I am overthinking things, mostly. Still, it is good to reflect and consider.

Sometimes we wait for the right time to ask. Sometimes it's easy to write things off as just mismatched schedules. Sometimes we need to prioritize our relationships when we've let things go. I have a level of hidden fear, I guess. I don't think I will be hurt by answers, but right now I couldn't handle a negative response.