Thursday, March 18, 2010
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A place to share some of my writings with the world. The prime goal is to share some of my creative work, but on occasion post commentaries and random reflections. Feel free to take the plunge with me.
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ReplyDeleteIn the dim lights the women flock to the baby. He giggles. He squirms and crawls. Men in black suits sit with their heads down. The body is quiet and still in the coffin; every inch of the baby, elastic and alive. When he gives just a hint of discomfort the women’s tears stop and they make him laugh as if he were their own and the soul in the coffin is dead.