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http://betweenthebars.org/blogs/524/steve-j-burkett
Irish Soup
Rambling-Notes-Poems-Art Work - Short Stories
My dear brother James passed away on the 10th of April. We will all miss you so much we love you brother.
Lifting my face I've tasted the rain, [illegible] mixed with my tears, my pain, my fears. From time to time all our past floats to the surface of my mind - were we all that young?
I often get lost in great ideas, beliefs, ideologies, differences identities, and daydreaming.
James my brother - I can still hear you laughing about all of it - I had the best brothers ever - say hi to Tim...
When your eyes fill with tears it is hard to focus, when you smile I can see you in all your beauty.
How is the world doing? No one seems to know how to write or even talk anymore - I am your lost brother - friend - son - father - nephew - cousin - lost on this big rock in the dark.
The truth is my love I have become more deeply involved then I ever dreamed - from the reflection in your face/heart I glimpse the radiance of the stars.
I'll be taking a psychology class during the summer semester. I'm finding that the administration is as unresponsive and as difficult to deal with as the prison administration.
My mind is [illegible], uncertain and difficult to control at times. Today a blank. Make a comment on any of my ramblings. I'm open to any advice. I'm even open to a praise :)
[written on the side - "As long as you don't have to go into the fields, it's a good day."]
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