For the First Words Spoken after a Long Silence

Friendly Fairy Tales

IMG_7023after Terrance Hayes’s lines:
sing until our blood is jazz,
we swing from June to June

Our skin is too tight. We need to sing,
our spirits folded into cranes, until
we can no longer stop our
words from spilling like blood,

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Eine Frage der Perspektive (1)

Memoirs of a Hayseed Physicist by Peter Martel


Part 10:
In The Beginning:
Another incident of my early school days occurred in ninth grade. At that time the number of boys in class had dropped. I was cajoled into playing the part of a tired husband coming home from work in “domestic science”. There were some twenty girls in this class and, at that time, the important thing in a girl’s life was to prepare for the happy day when the would wed. So, for twenty times in succession I would open the door and one of those dears would invite me in with a peck on the cheek. (A peck was all the nuns allowed). She was supposed to ask if my day had gone well and then engage me in small talk.

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With permission of the author.

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