father
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A genesis of writing sufficiently to call it a book / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
The very first spark was to honor the unique human I was gifted for a father, along with a profound desire to demonstrate the insurmountable essences of love which I know through you, by planting an appreciation garden. Almost instantly, after that initial spark, my artistic spine begged to participate. Hence, before writing a single…
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Father, Double / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
In circles of families and friends around the globe, individuals have their pastors, priests, rabbis. To these they listen in their respective places of worship, and refer to them explicitly as such whenever in direct conversation with them. I can only speak of personal experience, and obviously can not speak for the many thousands of…
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Had I’s (II) / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
Had I been able to ride along the beach on a striped light grayish cream horseback, and look to my right to see you on a white one, your face reflecting the joy over my joy while the sun rises after a long night of conversation. Had I served you coffee after our return… Had…
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father language / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
the well from which one learns to express the selfprimary articulation styleproviding the shape of what one utters in wordsis the native languagethe native tonguein German, Muttersprachemother languagemine is a father language Had I Served You Coffee — in process, content, notes
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A Quarter of a Century ago / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
Tears are an internal mode of the moment. Only a sort of permission by the touched one, or a certain point of needing a release, or of wanting to sense, or express weakness, or fragility, or fragile strength, will water the eyes to the point that tears reach the cheeks, perhaps the jaws. Tears need…
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Had I’s / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
Had I been able to dance just once on the same dance floor with you apart Had we had more cries together Had I let a record play with a symphony by Gustav Mahler while you were in the same room Had I Served You Coffee — in process, content, notes
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Paradise / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
This is not to be a linear and logical depiction of love between father and son. Rather a son concretizing through emotional and intellectual hunger the fruits of mountains, rivers and oceans in the paradise he has become. Had I Served You Coffee — in process, content, notes
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the fervor within / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
It is not religion, not god that made you a good man but a fervor deep within. In Sunset Limited, the 2011 film directed by Tommy Lee Jones, White (Jones) and Black (Samuel L. Jackson) have an existential debate, after White attempted suicide, and Black prevented him from being successful at it. Black alludes to…
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I would refuse elsewhere / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
If I were given the opportunity to do it all over again elsewhere, I would refuse. Had I Served You Coffee — in process, content, notes
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Like Father, Like Son / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
Emulation detailed I never wanted to be like you. Well, perhaps I ought to rephrase that. It might be quite common for a young boy to wish to be like his father, walking behind him, doing his best effort to walk like him, perhaps eat like him, drink like him, burp like him. I do…
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Life versus Living / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
She arranged materials in the shape of leaves and flowers.You planted a garden, and harvested. Had I Served You Coffee — in process, content, notes
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Breath / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
First Breath: Love Second Breath: Music Third Breath: Curiosity – II 2026 Had I Served You Coffee — in process
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vulnere ability / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026
vulnisvulnerevulnere ablein need not of protectionfor of nature all is safe Vulnerability happensVulnerability is not instructedNeither punished onto the soulnor out of the bodynor fed through formative milkbut heresomething insidecombined with your first arm lullsit happened Absorbedyear after yearin conviction, deepthat you only utter truthnot belieftruthout of your mouthfrom the movement of your handswhether sitting…
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The New York Yankees — in loving memory
Twenty-three years is a very long time, yet the freshness of you remains, as fresh as the interest for the New York Yankees which you instilled in me. Baseball is such a banal thing but it fills me with passionate joy, and painful passion. The joy, remembering driving home Wednesday evenings after church, their game…
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You created a beast — in loving memory
You created a beastThis is a monster you createdNo single human, no friend, no family memberNot you, not meNo one — of this I am certain —not a single soul could have ever guessedhow so much love emanating from you to mehow so much strength touching me gentlyhow not answering some of my questions with…
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