RDP Monday: Melancholy
Photo A.M. Moscoso
I stood over the shaded gravestone
and I wondered if
back in 1906
had someone stood here and cried
” Don’t go, wait for me. “
the way my Grandmother had cried over my Grandpa’s grave
and I felt bad for the box of bones beneath my feet
and my heartbroken Grandmother
because I knew then, as I do now
nobody waits for you
in the end.
There are 42 days left to Halloween and if I could make a monster
I’d give him wolf eyes and nice hair
and a killer sense of humor.
RDP Sunday: Adversary
Back when I was a kid and just starting to write,
one of my brother’s little friends got a lot of attention and kudos because he had written and did artwork for his own comic book.
It really was good and I enjoyed the story.
I think it had something to do with space ships- Star Wars was a big thing that year.
One day after his friend a got written up about his comic in a local newsletter for city events, they were hanging out at our place.
So for his own reasons, my little brother went into my room and took one of my stories from the shelf I kept all of my writing on and he and his friend who wrote the comic book read it.
Did I care? Not really. I had already turned it in for one of my assignments and it got and ” A ” and I won a prize.
My brother’s friend looked at my brother and said, ” It’s heavy handed and dense. It’s not really that good.”
My brother looked at me, smug as a cat who had just scarfed a bowl of cream and a rat on the side and said.
” I don’t think it is either. ”
They were 12 years old and I was 13 and over 40 years later, when I’ve taken a kick to the head I can hear their voices and when I do, I sit down and write because-
I’m still writing and my brother’s friend hasn’t written a word since that Summer.
But on occasion I hear he says he might take it up again and I stop writing long enough to say, ” great ” and I go back to writing.
Like I have always done.