As you know the Park, then imagine how much fun they had on that day. It was a wonderful collaboration, and I only regret it was our first and last. I hope this is worthy of Skinny.
You are no figment, but real to me. I am glad for that. And your hope to be taken home strikes a deep chord in me. You cry out a deep and important idea in this poem. You'll love me like I need you to reminds me that we each need to be loved by different people we know in our lives in different ways. But it is love we need. Beautiful.
This was an amusing project Skinnydragon and I started almost a year ago. In it, characters from two of our stories spent a day together. Skinny asked me to complete the story, but it has taken me a long time to do so.
Largely self-taught, Billings left us a large body of work, and a fascinating musicological look into the mind of Colonial North America. And this piece is awesome - a real tour de force of Billings' approach to choral work. Thank you for sharing this one with us!
"Hang on a second Gary, okay?"
I stopped, more than a little impatiently, waiting there with Mel for my friend Twoey. He had feet planted in place and phone pressed to ear. "No, we going someplace Gary scouted out."
We'd gotten up way too early in the dark morning hours. We needed to make the drive over to Letchworth State Park and arrive by early morning.
"Love you. See you on the course." Twoey pocketed the phone, shyly looking up at us.
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The metaphors pile up so fast, the carrion birds don't know what to make of the wealth. Hope you had fun sifting through them. Thank you for reading these!
Thank you for picking up on that. One of the things that prompted that line was my mom's memory of a World's Fair - nearly all the structures were intended to be torn down afterwards. And, of course, there is the biblical reference. How often we build something for temporary use, only to fall in love with it.
Sailor's Lament languished a long time unfinished, until one day I looked at it and all the lines flowed out as naturally as if I had sung it out from sheet music. Funny how that works. And he is still waiting on the shore...
Thanks again for your lovely and supportive comments.
A sweet story of almost-wasn't-but-was, a story about boys whose very different worlds collide: this is a wonderful and seductive tale. Yearning gives way to a reality that is far better that the dream.
This short story packs a powerful punch. The dangers of unrequited affection and the need to remain hidden are interwoven beautifully in this tale from the American heartland.
A certain amount of summer brain rot - one can politely call it 'regression' I suppose - is inevitable. Perhaps I am channeling that, or the waning of the garden. In any case, thank you for reading these, and for your comments. The lover's knot is an actual nautical knot, I believe. Difficult to tie, and harder to re-tie.
Thank you, Gary. These two are definitely sonnets for the ending of summer, before the school year closes in around me and makes it impossible to think beyond the next bell. The Sailor's Lament is a kind of metaphor in that, too. I did blush when you said the last line is perfection. That's very kind of you. You nailed my own understanding of Foolishness, too. One can pin one's hopes on such fragile structures, but they are surely destined to crumple. I hope you think these were a good start to a new book.