It’s a tragic statement that Stefan is possibly safer on the streets than he would be at home, even with his father in the morgue. Thanks very much for your comments and for reading.
Stefan marshaled his strength and smarts to get out of the basement hell his father consigned him to. The bigger break is that the ogre is absent for the moment. What Stefan needs now is to rest, and figure what to do next.
Stefan has been beaten and chained up before; but this violence seems like something new. He has had to learn resilience, and to live within the borders of himself to keep his sanity. His father has made it increasingly hard to do so. And now this. Thank you for braving these first dark chapters with Stefan.
Stefan seems cut from a different cloth from his father. Mental illness, or other sorts of dysfunction can change a person. As for college education, I’m not sure that man ever finished. But Stefan doesn’t know that.
Stefan has been at the mercy of his father for years now; unfortunately, the man is much larger and more brutal than the son. The uncle is even scarier, I agree. Stefan’s story is not unique in this country, which is so sad.
@CincyKris I’m grateful you have undertaken to read this story. It can be hard to read, yet the greater tragedy is that there are kids like Stefan all over this continent.
How bittersweet the taste of this poem feels on my tongue as I read it. It may be like an aged wine, full of complexity and various flavors - yet the overarching melancholy puts me in a reflective mood, as anniversaries often do. This is beautifully done.
I'm frustrated I cannot choose more than one reaction icon. I love this because this poem radiates raw emotion. You make me feel as you felt in those moments, and also in this present instant. You drew me in and held me breathless as I read deeper and deeper into the poem. As others have said, this is enormously powerful. At the same time, I want to hit the sadness icon for the pain you endured, and hurt you continue to feel. I'd also use the anger icon because I'm angry someone wounded you so sorely.
This is a beautiful companion planting. I’m particularly taken by the second quatrain, with Love’s warmth being the essential part of the partnership between circumstance and tender regard. Your turn in the next quatrain is all the more marked, as rain follows sun. As I said, it’s lovely. Thank you!
The almost-new moon which cloaks most of itself is a monthly wonder to me, unfailing in its ability to make me stop and smile. The tallest of the tomato plants in the garden are well over 240 cm high. It’s like watching stars through the trees. Thanks very much for your thoughts, and for reading these.
The elusive screech owl is one of my favorite birds. One hears them as dusk slides into night, warning the forest that they’re ready to hunt. As the daylight hours shrink, and school gets set to reopen, the hours to spend at harvest shrink to mere minutes. It’s too easy to work frantically, forgetting how beautiful it is in the darkening garden. Many thanks for your kind words, and for reading these!
Your farm sounds idyllic. I’m very glad you thought the title was apt. Borderlands is a theme that seems to stick with me these days. I hope your occasional visitors bring you wonder and joy in equal measure.
Picking beans
until the screech owls call,
and fingers fail to feel stalk from stem,
I watch the stars emerge over the tomatoes
changing sunflowers to mute shadows
while the katydids chant
it’s bedtime.
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Phantom deer
appear out of the mist,
alert, tails a-twitch, ears cocked forward,
dark eyes filled with caution and curiosity;
four tawny forms set to turn as one
toward the dark tangled woods
an
Why not Percy and Preston? Or, maybe Olaf and Oswald? I think you could raise a gazillion dollars for floating clinics just for the privilege of choosing the twins’ unusual names.