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Lost and Found

One year ago today my father “disappeared”—that’s how they would say it here in France: “mon père a disparu.” It really feels that way to me, as if my dad had been suddenly abducted and might just be in the other room now, or a phone call away. I could say that one year ago I lost my father. That feels right, too, because who really knows where kind men like him go when their time here is through. But his soul was simply too young to leave us altogether, his curiosity too vigorous. I wish to live long enough to cross his reincarnation on the street with a smile, or feel the cool shadow of his wingspan pass overhead—because I know my father always wished to fly.

Lost, but there are clues: every obscure village I find on a map; last week, mesmerized by a piece of experimental music, thirty-minutes of one note repeating, resolving to its octave, its ghost; sharing something new, original, and challenging with my children as he had done with me, as I would like to now with him, again. So many things I would like to do again or say again. Things I would like to say for the first time, though we made sure to say the important things. Better late than never.

Lost, but not so very far to find, you are with me on this day—with love—as I suspect you will be until my day. And beyond.

Historical (Flash) Fiction Contest

I’m hosting a Historical (Flash) Fiction contest through my publisher, Folded Word Press.

DEADLINE: 15 MAY 2015

Writing Assignment:

  1. Choose a well-known historical event as your subject.
  2. In 500 words or less, write a flash fiction* story about that event, but done in such a way that the reader must discover which event you’ve chosen (rather than being told).
  3. Do not refer to a known historical character by first or last name.
  4. Do not refer to the setting by proper name (region is okay).
  5. Do not mention the year or time period, such as “1776”, “the 1700s,” or “the 18th century.” Instead, give clues to the time period via other information.

See link below for further details:

https://folded.wordpress.com/2015/05/07/word-lab-historical-fiction/

Another Captain, Another “Issue”

“For Lu, being loved was not something to be taken for granted; we were born unloved until someone else decided to love us. If we were lucky we were taken, shivering, new to this world, into our parent’s arms and one day into a lover’s arms, and so on, perhaps dying in that person’s arms. That was if we were lucky. Without God’s never-ending love to cover us, we had to endure gaps, periods of unloved existence. It was all one could do to survive those intervals, the Captain felt. That was the plight of mankind.”

(from a novel-in-progress)

Horizon

My father wanted me to read this at his funeral. Today I will do that.

HORIZON

1.
The horizon, constant and static,
is a neat bit of trickery.
Impossible to reach,
its very existence is an act of faith.
Pure fiction.

2.
In life there is the unobtainable,
a thing we can never have
and there is the inevitable,
a thing we must have.

The horizon is unobtainable,
forever out of reach
no matter how far we advance.
It is, in fact, just one long lie.

Death, on the other hand, never lies.
It delivers its promise. Inevitable.
Like the horizon, our death lolls there, still
at a distance impossible. Unthinkable.

But one day, in a stifled heartbeat,
that Death-horizon will fly at us with frightening speed.
There we will stand and
from there, see no further.

T.B.