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My autism keeps asking me to write creatively----but I've been soooo busy having to work full time, that I haven't been able to do *any* creative writing at all---and it's slowly dimming my spark and killing my creativity----so I'm here to try to do something about it. Thanks so much for reading my work!! _/\_ I'm also on instagram showcasing some of my own charity shop fashion finds if you want to drop me a follow!! (@jo_callisto)
Paul
My best friend died A horrible death— —but expected. He said he ‘didn’t like the look of me’ When I walked into our shared workplace, And I was rejected—- by him—on the basis that I was Northern And he was Southern And those two things ARE so very different (let’s not pretend or soft-soap it). I was his boss and he was my cute little underling. Helping me do my job, and *actually* doing my job for me, And I was ambivalent— At the time. I'm not ambivalent now though. Funny how that works. As well as the work he did *for* me--and on my behalf (to save me from the scrutiny of higher-ups)-- there were the cigs, the drinks, and the fun, and I was ambivalent--. I was also ambivalent to him attempting to ‘speak northern’ for a laugh, Forever coy and charming, and always the gentleman. He came to my wedding and told me not to marry my husband. He was right. I was wrong. I wish I'd have listened to him. I thought I was smarter than him-- and I really wasn't. The last time I saw him, no-one was home He had an infection and was deliriously gone, Even though I was holding onto him, to his hand, all blackened and bent— He was still gone. I stroked his hair while he called out for something he didn’t know he wanted I wish I hadn’t witnessed that he didn’t know who I was That he didn’t recall who I was Any cognition he *had* had before----went somewhere else. Lost to me. Riding high in the ether. A whole lifetime suddenly and inexplicably gone, but body still present. I could have tried shaking him, and telling him to wake up. But I didn’t. I love you Paul, a sweet beautiful unique soul— Always there for me, despite or perhaps *because* of my crazy ways Unlike the lesser people, you never ever ran. From me. Ever. And the law of conservation of energy tells me you’re still here That your fundamental particles cannot and will not ever be destroyed You’re not actually gone. You’re just spread out. Across the Universe. All the Paul-particles, dancing in the sky--a freedom you never had while on earth. The law of conservation tells me you’re still watching me cock-up--on a daily basis. And laughing at me. Telling me I don’t *speak right*. And telling me Chelsea are better than Man U.
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Blog entries by Jo Callisto
Nuwave & Lager (01/12/2022)
Alone With My Glass (01/12/2022)
Don't Mess With Your Elders (28/11/2022)
Elon Musk Smells Of Wee (28/11/2022)
Imprint (16/11/2022)
Tangles (16/11/2022)
Hideous Gomphidius (15/11/2022)
I'm In Hell (14/11/2022)
There's No YOU There (12/11/2022)
Can You Just Not (11/11/2022)
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