Johnny E. Mahaffey September 24,2013 FOLLY OF THE FATHER My baby girls pulled me from the abyss, their eyes, and heart, wide open. I was young. My son too, yearned for me. My fatherhood to them a failure-- My worst of myself. Days became weeks, weeks to months, months to years, years... to... a lifetime. All passed. Time with no relevance, my life outside of time. Watching. Feeling.
Forever to see, to know, that which is beyond reach. Beyond repair. I was young, the abyss strong. I was Not yet myself.
Hi! I had wondered why I was not hearing from you. And for a while I could not get in to respond to these posts. Please write and let me know what's up. 1404 N Broadway, St Louis MO 63102.
I enjoyed a post where you talk about all that you are learning. I love your mind.
I am reading 2 books that feel important to me. One is Waking Up White. A good, manageable book on dealing with our whiteness as a necessary first step in dealing with racism in the good ole USA.
Another is, A God Who Could Be Real, tries to describe what kind of God makes sense in the context of what we know about the universe. I have not finished, but she suggests God is a new level of being that emerges from the sum of human aspiration. In that way that ant hills emerge when enough ants are in the same place, or multi-cell beings emerge when many cells gather. Maybe you can find them.
So, it has been a grand summer. I am filled with sun in my eyes and warmth in my bones.
Where are you and for how long? Look forward to hearing from you.
Sorry it took so long I have a hard time figuring this computer stuff out. Your message just came up on my smart today. Thank you for the address information I will mail a better letter out to you soon. Bill McLeod
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September 24,2013
FOLLY OF THE FATHER
My baby girls pulled me from the abyss,
their eyes, and heart, wide open.
I was young.
My son too, yearned for me.
My fatherhood to them a failure--
My worst of myself. Days became weeks,
weeks to months, months to years,
years... to... a lifetime.
All passed. Time with no relevance,
my life outside of time.
Watching. Feeling.
Forever to see, to know, that which
is beyond reach. Beyond repair.
I was young, the abyss strong.
I was
Not yet myself.
I enjoyed a post where you talk about all that you are learning. I love your mind.
I am reading 2 books that feel important to me. One is Waking Up White. A good, manageable book on dealing with our whiteness as a necessary first step in dealing with racism in the good ole USA.
Another is, A God Who Could Be Real, tries to describe what kind of God makes sense in the context of what we know about the universe. I have not finished, but she suggests God is a new level of being that emerges from the sum of human aspiration. In that way that ant hills emerge when enough ants are in the same place, or multi-cell beings emerge when many cells gather. Maybe you can find them.
So, it has been a grand summer. I am filled with sun in my eyes and warmth in my bones.
Where are you and for how long? Look forward to hearing from you.
Peace, Virginia
Obviously PRISON is not your "forte". It's clear you would like a "woman" or "women" to make your time more paltapable. Good luck with that.
In the interim...how about tutoring? while YOUR GRAMMAR is horrific....it certainly must trump a few of your cellmates.
Just a suggestion? Put your "prose" (your writing) to work.
GET ORGANIZED in your writing. Use a dictionary (if it is available to you).
RESEARCH your case. Make copies.
Your current/dated posts MAY hinder your objective. You may want to consider that. FOCUS on YOUR case and YOUR situation.
Bill McLeod