Day: June 11, 2026

Savages and Beasts

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excerpt

“A youth called Marcus and his sister Deborah.”
“Go and inform Father Jerome, pronto while I’ll call the
RCMP,” Sister Gladys said to which the other nun responded
by saying no word but by running to the door and stairs that led
upstairs to Father Jerome’s room.
“What’s going on Sister Gladys?” Anton asked, “I know
the youth Marcus and his sister too…”
“I’m afraid I have to inform you, although I’d prefer Father
Jerome did this, of certain things which took place last nigh,”
Sister Gladys said as she finished dialing the local police.
Anton stood silent waiting for the nun to continue. His
face didn’t present anything other than surprise at the news he
heard.
“Last night Mr. Jonas a murder took place within the walls
of this building,” she said.
“A murder?”
“Yes Mr. Jonas, a murder; Father Thomas was murdered,
there behind that door,” she said pointing at the door Sister Anna
had gone through.
“Father Thomas, murdered? Who killed him?”
“That is a matter of the RCMP now…and these two kids
gone this morning…” Sister Gladys added.
Before Anton could say anything else, George the Cretan
cook came in and seeing Anton with Sister Gladys he joined them.
“Good morning to you both, what’s up?” his voice was as
cheerful as it could be.
“Things aren’t so happy here today, George,” Anton told
him.
“What happened? Why the long faces?” he asked seeing
Sister Gladys’ frowned face and the furrow between Anton’s
eyebrows.

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Wellspring of Love

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…moment to gaze at the peaceful faces. Susie’s light brown hair lay
entangled, partly over the pillow and partly over her freckled nose.
Just like when she’s awake, a little wild even in sleep.
Katie lay face up, her lips parted slightly as though a pleasant
dream had made her smile. Darker hair than her sister’s framed the
doll-like features in smooth waves that would probably be just as
unruffled when she awakened in the morning. Tyne shook her head
in wonder at this serene child of hers and, as she turned to leave, marvelled
anew at the difference in these children who had been formed
together in her body.
At Bobby’s door she hesitated a moment, not wanting to intrude
without knocking in case he was still awake. But when she heard his
gentle snore, she looked in. He lay, as he always did, with arms over
his head. From the light coming in from the hallway, she satisfied
herself that he was covered and sound asleep, no doubt to remain that
way until his alarm clock told him another school day had arrived.
Down the hall, Tyne heard a radio playing softly – if the songs
the Beatles belted out could be described that way. Now, now, Tyne,
don’t be old fashioned. Old fashioned or not, she thought, as she quietly
pushed open the door to Rachael’s room, I still prefer Sinatra and
Como and Pat Boone, and oh yes, Elvis is pretty good, too.
Tyne quietly crossed to the bed and looked down on her sleeping
daughter. Rachael lay face up, her arms akimbo, her smooth cheeks
smeared with traces of tears. Tyne sighed, her throat filling as she
recalled another night almost ten years ago when Rachael lay just like
this with tears drying on her face. The day that she and Morley had
to tell Rachael and Bobby their mother would not be coming home
from hospital had seared itself into Tyne’s memory forever.
But what could be distressing the girl so much at this time in
her life that she had cried herself to sleep? What had happened on
Saturday night that had made Rachael so troubled and morose as she
had been since then?

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Nikos Engonopoulos – Poems

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Georg Trakl, as if in the famous Salzburg
of the Austrian Tyrol, where he saw the light
for the first time,
he never found joy anywhere, never
he spent his childhood in boredom
as he anticipated the time of knowledge
which arrived, it’d be better if it didn’t,
when he lost his mind
yes: he never agreed with them, the proud man
never accepted
the fate and habits people have
as soon as he realized, painfully enough, what means
to be alive
he had no other longing but to escape, to go away
that longing, his grief you could say, never left him
nothing could console him
nothing entertained him, nothing made him
forget for a while
not Vienna
with its wide avenues
the beautiful cafes
the gardens the lakes with ducks
not even the legendary
innumerable beauties
the hidden
and truly unforgettable treasures…

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Marginal

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Trickery
She’s gone except for silence
that always stays for last
and you walk barefoot
to muffle the sound of your
footsteps on the tile floor
with your fingers
you tap on the table
to hear noises from the forest
this silent afternoon
when all sounds
dwell in absence
only the sun walks in
through the open blinds
mimicking your noiseless steps

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