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A dance, in the gloaming

Happiness is the readiness to die, the awareness that living is dying and that without death, there is no beauty, no sweetness.

Oh, what a world! Sex is out of the closet, death is under the bed.

Call the angels

Ours was not a happy home. My father was violent and hyper-religious. He beat me with his belt while I lay draped across what was always a perfectly made bed, pants and underwear puddled around my ankles. Two of my three siblings, a brother and a sister, killed themselves.

A voice said, “Call the angels.” And angels came—angels enough to revivify William Blake, angels seen and unseen, women angels, men angels, child angels, a whole dance of them.

Does a man live who is more loved?