Tag Archives: David Ruekberg

To Be

Other travelers have, in fact, returned to tell about the land beyond the bourn, but never in detail, no kind of story. Only that a silence spreading like thunder, the green light, and coming home waits for us on this … Continue reading

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Prognosis

Before I see them, I hear the rapids ahead echo up the canyon walls. Even if I have time to land the raft, scout them out from a high rock or scree, do I know enough to read the signs, … Continue reading

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Night Walk

So tonight for the first time I notice the space of the removed organ filled in, the memory of doubtless pain that was a kind of pleasure fading. Before surgery, oblivion hovered not like a threat, but more a hedge—a … Continue reading

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