Lines- An Experiment

An Experiment

The shadow knew, every Sunday evening, the evil that lurked in the hearts of men. I arrive on a Saturday in September, 1942, a New Year’s Eve looking for love casualty. First child, I punch in at 9 a.m., prompt as a city worker on the first day. No stories survive about my birth except that I am almost a bastard- “if it’s mine I’ll marry you“- but I don’t hear that story until I am in my sixth decade. I don’t know how quickly I’m boarded out, but there is a war on and war is cash money.



About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
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