Tag Archives: Father

Ghostwalker

February 11, 2012

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  Standing on the untilled land, The wind sliding past my hairless pate, I proffer water with trembling hands And light the lamp of a withered fate. They said your soul will wail and wander On the breath and the beat of the beloved lives, Till an exorcist coldly tears us asunder Summoning hate sharper […]

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My son, must I stay?

January 25, 2012

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Father

“I fear yours is no living soul. How could it make this distant flight? You came: the maple woods were green. You went: the pass was black with night.” ~Du Fu / Vikram Seth The hamartia that ruled my father’s life was his obsession for the well-being of his companion, my mother. He sired a string of […]

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