Just One


Married so long,
No longer two.
Just one.

Still room for differentiation,
For contradiction,
For physical distinction,
(Of course.)

But observations,
Conclusions,
Products of two ingredients
In a single recipe.

The previously single being
Asserts on occasion,
Contends,
Yet soon retreats from soliloquy,
Unused to being alone.

Yes, that fearsome word,
Alone,
Ever threatening old lovers
Who will not live forever,
Who will lose the echo of the soul,
Married so long,
No longer two.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Wandering Time


This time of loss,
This wandering in the desert,
This desolation.

My father never told me,
Never warned me,
Never prepared me.

Perhaps he thought this time of loss
Was a private, personal weakness.

I saw him,
Bent by the weight of it,
Barely knowing
Yet suffering,
Keeping busy,
Distracted,
Not realizing,
Not acknowledging this other rite of passage,
Coming so late in life,
This time of loss,
This wandering in the desert,
This desolation.

My father’s ghost is with me now
In this, my wandering time.
I cannot tell if he knows the way.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Unamused


I was immortal,
Aflame with youth,
Mad with wishing and wanting,
With joy and despair,
Running everywhere,
Lighter than air.

I shared secrets with my dog,
Whispered words of love to my cat,
Sang to sparrows and cackled at crows.

I picked my nose,
Hid my broccoli beneath the mashed potatoes,
Turned my bicycle into a horse and shot desperados.

I believed in dreams,
That they would lead my aching heart
To some kind of earthly heaven,
A life filled with joy
And love.

Yes,
I still sometimes belch,
Sometimes fart,
This inextinguishable little boy.

My wife is not amused.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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