I’ve logged more experience than most with simplicity and the complexity you discover inside simplicity, minimalism and asocial behavior, endurance and landscape.
Here is the truth: I think some deep wisdom inside me (a) sensed the stress, (b) was terrified for me, and (c) gave me something new and hard to focus on in order to prevent me from lapsing into a despair coma — and also to keep me from having a jelly jar of wine in my hand.
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— for my father
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My ninety-six-year-old father passed away last year, and Cindy King’s poem “Clickbait Elegy” [October 2018] touched me deeply. Then I came to Michael Mark’s poem “What Are the Odds” and relived many moments with my mother, who was afflicted with Alzheimer’s. These poets have put into words some of my strongest and saddest feelings.