I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin I was there at the fall of Byzantium. It was the great House—the only home I knew—and I grew up in it. I remember the kittens in the yard, the beautiful spring days gathering, dandelions, and violet flowers, Sunday dinners, and Grandpa andContinue reading “I was there at the fall of Byzantium. By E. Michael. Bablin”
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The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue
Ah…. That 1962 sunshine, radiant and warm, poured down from a sky so blue it seemed limitless. Captured in a snapshot, it was a memory of light pressing against the edges of that moment. There was a hint of a lazy afternoon, with shadows stretching languidly across the grass, and the air carrying the scentContinue reading “The Old Elm Tree of Clizbe Avenue”
concert in the car.
#6 Billy’s eyes are closed as he drives, his body moving with fluidity and grace as he conducts the invisible orchestra. Billy’s eyes are closed, but his facial expression is one of pure bliss. His body sways and moves in fluid motions, almost like he is dancing in his seat. Billy’s body sways and movesContinue reading “concert in the car.”
8 February snow
By the time you get to February, you’re sick of winter. You think of red hearts, valentines, and presidents of the United States, but you’re still in February, and it’s all cold and snow. The Earth is sleeping. Everyone seems to be sleeping; even when they’re walking and talking and walking around very carefully soContinue reading “8 February snow”
Lithuanian dream-time part 1
Lithuanian dream-time By E. Michael. Bablin There were only a few Lithuanian words I would understand. The words were Christmas time words spoken by Grandfather, he would speak these words they would sound very far away and very close at the same time. Watching him speak they seemed one by one to slide past hisContinue reading “Lithuanian dream-time part 1”
“Home for Christmas”
by E Micheal Bablin Wednesday, December 22. 9:30 pm, the youngest brothers go to bed after watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer and frosty the snowman on network television. The first sister and first brother stay up late and discuss Christmas presents and shopping. They’ll go to school tomorrow morning, the last day of classes beforeContinue reading ““Home for Christmas””
73 opel
1973, a year that keeps haunting me in the dead of night at 3:30 in the morning, was a time when the world felt like a small town, and everyone in it was friendly and happy. It was a year that left an indelible mark on my life, a year of innocence and discovery. 1973Continue reading “73 opel”
poetry
Poetry Poetry is a the wax museum of dead things Poetry has been taken over by narcissists Poetry has been hijacked by sociopaths Poetry has been abducted by adolescents angry at the way their father scolded them Poetry has been usurped by progressive Marxist racists Poetry has been dung to death by LGBTQ Intolerant fascistContinue reading “poetry”
Top of the ladder
Once upon a time, in the early morning hours of a New York City state of mind, we were drinking beer and smoking cigarettes and talking about bands and rock and roll and everything at that early hour. I told him that in certain cultures, it is not the parents but the oldest adult maleContinue reading “Top of the ladder”
Otto lived on Sugar Mountain.
Otto lived on the edge of the desert, a lonely stretch of land where the Arizona dust settled on everything in sight. In his small adobe house, he sat surrounded by his inventions, his only companions in this desolate landscape. Here, he found solace and refuge from the rest of the world. But on thisContinue reading “Otto lived on Sugar Mountain. “
