http://notesfromaroom.wordpress.com/2008/04/05/in-memory-of-my-grandfather/ prose | poetry | quotes Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:36:58 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=MU http://notesfromaroom.wordpress.com/2008/04/05/in-memory-of-my-grandfather/#comment-248 fromaroom Fri, 18 Apr 2008 10:25:17 +0000 http://notesfromaroom.wordpress.com/?p=190#comment-248 Thanks for your kind words, Silvi, I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for your kind words, Silvi, I’m glad you liked it.

]]> http://notesfromaroom.wordpress.com/2008/04/05/in-memory-of-my-grandfather/#comment-247 silvi Fri, 18 Apr 2008 04:41:44 +0000 http://notesfromaroom.wordpress.com/?p=190#comment-247 came across this on 6S. i don't really know what i want to say to this. i just know i want to say something, that i need to say something, now. "i wrung the neck of a robin with a broken wing today." wrenching! in its image and its poetry. the kind of prose my eyes immediately throw off my tongue. i cringed, reading this, and read it again, had to read it again, and will read it again later, when my mind wanders back to the image of a bird, dead, moving in a boy's hand, a hand whose touch has changed. oh. yes. how death changes us after we've touched it, after it has touched us. yes. that's it, what i want to say to this: yes. came across this on 6S. i don’t really know what i want to say to this. i just know i want to say something, that i need to say something, now. “i wrung the neck of a robin with a broken wing today.” wrenching! in its image and its poetry. the kind of prose my eyes immediately throw off my tongue. i cringed, reading this, and read it again, had to read it again, and will read it again later, when my mind wanders back to the image of a bird, dead, moving in a boy’s hand, a hand whose touch has changed. oh. yes. how death changes us after we’ve touched it, after it has touched us. yes. that’s it, what i want to say to this: yes.

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