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Thank you, Def! It's really good of you to read these through and your response to them makes me smile. Like autumn colors on a sunny day, no?
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Glad you liked these. No, we can't get comfy; November in the north country can get mighty wicked, very quickly. Have your snow tires on yet?
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Thank you for taking in my autumnal sightings. They came to me often enough that I actually had to sort through them. And no, we can never let those Sunny October days fool us into thinking we'll be left untouched by November...thanks and cheers back!
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Thanks so much, Tim. You taught me to use a notebook!
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Fall Observations A squirrel drops nuts over my head in the night to say Fall arrived. He cannot wait for morning to tell me his news; he's too excited. We lie there, awake, contemplating nuts and seeds, and choose to make love. * Katydid asked me to be his October mate, but I am taken. * Three deer in the field watched me approach my garden, hoping for entry. * Red Belly taps out messages on the red pine for me to decode. * Overhead, the geese hurriedly remind me they wi
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Oh, man, did I like this. You words resonate deeply, like an bell everyone can hear on a clear day.
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More from a drug free mind
Parker Owens commented on Mikiesboy's story chapter in More from a drug free mind
The self loathing in both of these poems sounds like whine of a buzz saw in hardwood. So loud, so clear. They ring with hurt and the sorrow and hopelessness. They are devastatingly effective. I want to say I get this, share this, but we all have our own private hells we carry around with us. I offer you a deep hug and hope for clearer, better sight for both of us. -
Such a profoundly moving poem. To be able to seize oneself and see past the pain to peace. You wrote a powerful story in these stanzas, far more powerful than prose. And I hope the peace is there for you, always.
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How horrible. Luke is as despicable as they come; both crazed and pathologically criminal. The father is religiously demented. Poor Ezra needs saving now. Luke and Paul need to be caged before Ezra is killed. But is Ezra ever going to be capable of trust and love? Or will he be permanently damaged?
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So Tom's dad was in prison? And Don and Chuck appear to be a very happy pair together. You paint Chuck particularly well, and you let us see him in a very favorable light. So many back-touches here in this chapter - back to David and Twoey, back to Ginny, back to Eric the domineering bastard, and so on. How will Chuck move forward now?
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I very much enjoyed this chapter, as I have so many of your previous ones. But the tension between CJ and Owen is surely increasing. The chapter title comment about Owen having a hungry heart is confirmation that CJ keeping an emotional distance from Owen. CJ says he is not ready for more, and that is to be respected. Can Owen respect that, too?
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It is very hard to feel sympathy for much of anyone in this tale, except for the broken ones left behind. You ask a long line of questions about connections, and as I said to Defiance, I have no satisfactory answer I can give you. Yet. I hope that although you find it a dark tale, it may be rewarding to read to its conclusion. Many, many thanks for your comments and response!
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Thank you Tim, for your words of encouragement. To soften or sugarcoat this would be a disservice to those whose pain in real life mirrors this chapter. But it was hard to write, and I dithered a long time about posting this. Again, my thanks for reading and for your support.
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The darkness is pretty heavy in this chapter, very hard to see through, except for what happens right in front of the reader's eye. The predator has hurt others without much care - he has heart that appears to be made of stone, or at least it appears so. Under what circumstances does stone crack? Your questions about Ted, or others who fell prey to our predator, are well taken. I regret, I have no answer just now. But I thank you for peppering us all with perceptive thoughts, and for reading so far into this tale.
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Chapter Five will have a few answers for such minds. But it seems altogether likely that the predator-turned-prey will come out of this experience changed, as anyone would. You have certainly got it right - there are many, many loose ends, and not all of them can be tied up.
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Dear Gary, I hate to have turned your gut inside out with this very difficult tale. It is immensely hard to look at the predator with sympathy, but his situation seems to compel us to that. He has to live with his thoughts, live with his memories, and with himself. Don't commend me just yet, but I thank you for staying with the story thus far. And perhaps your gut will be able to rest more easily next week.
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The sort of thing described in this chapter can be seen as an amalgam of various stories published about college campuses over the years. Some universities are better than others at engendering healthy, supportive community life. But scenes like these do happen, and the few that get reported generally inspire incredulity until the facts come out.
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What kind of a church is this? Come on, somebody at that church must realize what's happening, no? That it isn't right? This is why God invented lawyers...
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God, Ezra has to go through that every Friday? Agree with DrP - Dad is a twisted sadist. Cutting off oxygen supply does not bring anyone closer to god; it brings nobody any closer to anything but death. Poor Ezra doesn't really understand anything about real love, good love - how could his father have taught him?
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The father appears normal, but is surely insane. This is chilling, and no wonder poor Ezra is in such state. He never will know which way to move, even when staying still is dangerous, too.
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Such an incredibly sad, heartbreaking tale. And a tough chapter, in that Joshua has to see it unfold and not know what to do or say...
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He isn't easy to like, is he? You raise the essential question - does anyone, even a predator like the one in this story - deserve such treatment? If we have honest answers, how hard will it be for us to live by them? I am glad you find this a compelling tale. I hope you will continue to find it so. Many, many thanks for your response and thoughts.
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You make a number of perceptive observations. Is this divine retribution, or a case of terrible probability? The predator will surely never be the same person again after this night; he will have a memory of it, and of the terrible pain. We have seen the deep darkness both in his current reality and as it existed in his own mind. What the morning holds will be another matter. As for some of the other ideas you raise, I can only ask you for more time and patience to see how the story unfolds. Many thanks for sticking with this story so far.
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And yet most mid and large size universities have such dark sides; some places are merely darker than others. You are absolutely right in that our predator must be content for the small mercies shown to him.
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There was a party in full swing. It was Saturday night, of course there was a party. Unfortunately for him, he was tied up at the moment. Quite literally. Ordinarily, beer flowed, weed glowed, and in the shadowed corners of the suite, certain other very lucrative transactions were accomplished more discreetly. Normally, he was the one in charge, but not this time. He'd been hosting parties like this for years, almost since he'd arrived at the university. He'd been adept at bringing people in,
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