Wendy Taylor Carlisle
	At This Age for Judy The sun rose and we were polished as apples- me on the back of Frank's motorcycle. He was sixteen when he ran it into the truck and died right away. The Junior class had no words for grief, wept but were appalled by his mother's splotchy face red and swollen. We were tuned then only to WKOL and our own heartbeats which we knew would go on forever death being as beyond us as some dim galaxy. But when my friend called this week to tell me her sister was dying, that sorrow was visible without a telescope. The Argument Argument Over Afterlife Leaves Man Dead. - Weekly World News Right and wrong concurrently, that’s Neils Bohr’s Theory of Complementarity. Both wave and particle, light's proper description, and yet contradictory. You suppose paradise as a long conversation with Nietzsche, dreaming with Freud. My fantasy's John Lee Hooker, Disney and goofy rambles with the Great Dane. Each of us is eager for our kingdom to come-- dark and light our dogmas, death the necessary noun.