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The LabAn older Dexter reconciles with an old friend...or at least tries to.
Dee Dee stretched backstage during her company's final showing of Swan Lake. She only had a supporting role, but it was no easier on her toes! She'd already gone through two pairs of shoes and the first act wasn't over yet. As her time to appear onstage crept closer, her phone rang. It was her brother.
"Hello?" she answered. "Dee Dee," he answered, "I'm in trouble."
"What is it this time, Dexter?" she said, rolling her eyes, "It's almost time for me to go on."
"He's here," he said.
"Let me guess," she said, "He got a job in your department and you have to work together. Oh, woe is you!"
"No! Well, yes, but... okay, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I need you to help me out here. I just wanna know what makes him tick, you know? You used to know him pretty well, and I haven't seen him since middle school!"
Fairly OddYears after Timmy Turner's fairies go away for good, he reconciles with his son when he learns a terrible truth.
Timmy Turner's phone rang as he drove home from the auto shop. It was his wife, Trixie. He turned it on speaker and looked ahead at the idiot who was going fifty on the interstate. "Hey, Babe," Trixie, at work at the ER, said over the phone, "I'm gonna be a little late tonight, there's a guy with a dang ice pick in his ear and we'll have to perform an emergency procedure."
"No prob," he said, "Want me to pick up a pizza?"
"Sure thing," she said, hanging up.
Timmy looked around the house for his ten year old son, Cosmo. He was the kind of kid who didn't really need a babysitter; he was very self-sufficient and independent. Even if he did need one, Timmy had a traumatic enough experience with babysitters when he was a kid to not subject his son to one. Cosmo wa
At War with EverybodyAt War with Everybody
I was very young and living in Korea when it happened. I don't remember anything except for what my family told me when I was old enough to understand. My sister said that they let school out early, and it just so happened that my mom turned thirty one the day before. Happy birthday, mom, have some horror.
I heard scattered, hodgepodgey things as I got older, and I was very confused. I heard people talking about the Twin Towers, and I wondered why people were talking about Lord of the Rings in that manner. It was one of those things where I didn't really have a eureka moment, nor did some older person have to explain it to me. I just slowly came to understanding and acceptance, and that was probably better for me. That wasn't until at least second or third grade. Even then, I knew what had happened, but not why. And I really didn't know what it had to do with my dad leaving for a year.
It was when I lived in Florida. My
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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