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Will You Go Now

will you go now

will you choose


as your time

to leave


and all of this


You are our

one and only,

dad —

you know —

you were the king

the ruler

that informed

and confounded

all our feminist leanings

into and away

We know what the headlights

look like

the arc of them

across the tan curtains

sundowner hour

The hand maidens


the tinkle of ice

in cut glass

the brown slippers

at the lazy boy

He lives, he is here

he is in our midst

we must be perfect

turn the lights

way down low

Ella and Louie

play that song

We stand alert

in formation


he is at the door

wearing careful hidden

boisterous love

without language

wicked silver haired

shorter than you would expect

One by one

we stand on our toes

(we are all shorter than you would expect)

get the royal kiss

right there on the practiced cheek

We worshipped you


we wholesome

worshipped you

we couldn’t reach you

most times

until now

just before you go

You regret, you regret

you say, the gaps

in your love

I was not perfect

but we forgive

and forgive

torrents of it

there is more than


this love

You did good dad

you did good

The king is dead

long live the king

this same one

we are inseperable

love forever

will not be severed.


If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. 

George Eliot



I live in hazard and infinity. The cosmos stretches around me, meadow on meadow of galaxies, reach on reach of dark space, steppes of stars, oceanic darkness and light. There is no amenable god in it, no particular concern or particular mercy. Yet everywhere I see a living balance, a rippling of tension, an enormous yet mysterious simplicity, an endless breathing of light. And I comprehend that being is understanding that I must exist in hazard but that the whole is not in hazard. Seeing and knowing this is being conscious; accepting it is being human.

John Fowles, Aristos


“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

Arundhati Roy

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