The Tugs of Memory

Life slips through our hands so easily…so slippery….eel-like it
wriggles and is gone into the past before we even can just the experience in the present. And it is gone….do you remember?…
I remember what I felt when life touched just my fingertips, but it often does not match what someone else caught briefly. Memory is a liar as many an eye-witness to a crime has demonstrated on the stand in the courtroom. And yeet it is all that tethers us to our lives. We defend our memories, but they are OURS, not universal. When Time ends (as we think it might) perhaps the detritus of such truths, such memories will be swept away and the ground beneath will glisten with what is actual.

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About christineemmert

Words have been part of my life. First the spoken word in my time as an actress and increasingly the written word in my shift to writer. I write across the genres, but mostly as a playwright and poet. My interest as my life extends is in the realm of tethering myth to the mundane reality where I live. In this vein I have expanded into stories and novels. Presently I look at how myths taken from past cultures can affect us today. Hence my novella of Lilith which is out on Kindle . I live in the Eastern Woodlands where I try to incorporate nature into my many writing projects. We are so in danger of losing that link to our very planet!
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