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About The Clackamas print. (Oregon City, Oregon) 1989-2019 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 18, 1995)
Pouring out, to the eve of our face. Falling through channels, the drurikenned maddhatters. vomiting questions; heaving rejection, swallowing the medicine that pours them ovér shingles through eves ’ and to the ground. Fallen they are at peace. The mud is thick, the water clean, the mixture leaves them spinning. Soon sobriety will catch the heal and leave them ill. Without their pouring down medicine the will die. For reality kills. Jack Packard WHICH AGE? In this age where everything matters, true wisdom of all ages*is spoken by the aged: wise beyond their years. Older now, They can be triumphant now o’er trials and errors, can forgive the blame and return with undying love. Stately as the towering eucalyptus viewing other aged begins and youth, proclaiming their stories: God-given gifts of southern climes. Shedding summer’s glory, limpid leaves are languid, drooping, falling under fall wind’s forces: Startled, they remain stark naked and white as fall rushes time...too swift for subliminal renewal before winter descends into bleak days, when hearts throb... realizing red scaling bark’s alive, awaiting the new dress of spring. Bright green shoots of vigor, ejecting colors of new life, new friends, young again: rebuilding both body and mind. Yearly renewal reveals amazing possibilities as woman and man stretch to amazing heights. Now, they must decide which to escalate first, their body or mind? At which age should they begin again? Some would say she is too old, but she knows that like the giant (the strong eucalyptus) she can stand the sway. Whether we are humble, weak or strong... at any age we bust come to the time for growing to keep living. Never’s the age to start dying. Like a tree that lives forever, our efforts are worth trying. When asked, “Which age?”, our answer will be: “Age can be timeless, chronological age doesn’t matter in growth. In growth, age really does not matter at all.” -helenmarie You use to be a thing ; that irritated me. Nowyou are my only friend. You constantly fall onto my face. I know you, I know you will always be there forme. That is why I will never leave this place, as long as you fall everyday on my soul. ; Would you fall now? I want the pain to wash away and your body is the only cleanser for my insane mind. Sickened by pain I just lay in bed hoping to die. Will you wash my life away? Make me a river so I can always wander to some thing much bigger that me. Oh, I want to see, will you rain on my soul? Jack Packard
