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Words to an invisible friend . . . printed here because I realized after sending the message this morning how very few times in my life I have asked people to stay.

I got your messages this morning, and then I cried.

Your words sounded too much like a goodbye.

I have no magic …Stay

Put out the fire

A man who is no longer young.

His shoulder-length hair pulled back in a messy ponytail.

He is bearded and attractive in that scruffy way that just is here in Oregon.

He is lit from within with . . . something.

Enthusiasm? Intelligence? Creativity? Happiness?

Something.

He catches my attention.

He is perhaps 35.

…Put out the fire

Offstage

When I was 9 years old, there was some sort of open-house at my elementary school.

I don’t remember all of the details.

I just remember my part in the evening.

Our class put on several short skits for the parents. I was the little boy who cried wolf.

There were seven of us …Offstage

I sat down to write today. I sat down to write about a sensation that occasionally floods my being with a reality other than the one before me. This sensation is ephemeral and fleeting. I reach for what it is . . . and it is gone.

A memory? A dream? An imagined something?

…Brittle sifting

Eyeseeme

A long time ago, in a psychology class, I remember learning about a therapeutic technique called “mirroring.” If I remember correctly, the goal of mirroring is to listen carefully, pull the moist salient bits of information from a speaker’s words, and then “reflect them back” at the speaker. This reflection or mirroring is supposed …Eyeseeme

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