He could see right through the locomotive into the passenger cars, into the car where Janey sat with their daughter, the one who loves Mickey Mouse. They forgave him. They were smiling at him. They would pick him up on the way to Disney World. He opened his arms wide to receive them. Note: Going for the Gold was originally published in the short-story collection, Once Upon A Decade: Tales Of The Fifties (Concord, North Carolina, Comfort Publishing LLC, 2011).
Poetry|John J. Brugaletta Canonical Hours I. Matins (midnight): Now is the turn, though still the chill at heart. If we slept on, the rustle of the rat, the chitter of the bat and crying sprites would be this dark night’s voices by default. To honor You, we leave our beds and sing of light, of healing, of your fondness for us foundlings who see none of these as yet. II. Lauds (dawn): World of fuchsia, azure and a hundred greens— world of hands and faces. Every dawn new life, parable compact insisting You await, seated at the table’s head, the candles, torches, hearth, your face, all lending light, and we at peace again. III. Prime (6 a.m.): In the gruel, in the bread, every grain your jewelled head. By our molar grinding of these we know your tender love. Thus another way You bring life to us that we may sing 81
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