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Hypnagogia by Eryk Wenziak

The table’s pants are long. Too long. Leaving it unable to run far. Nor fast. I sew it a new pair. A shorter pair. A pair the length that when worn would prevent me from catching it. I approach the table from behind. Clap my hands. Warn of my presence. I give it the newly sewn pants. The first leg in. Then the second. Followed by the third and fourth. I pull a gift from my leather bag: a checkered, green and white flag. The table grabs it and runs off. Disappears into the horizon’s curvature. It will be waiting for me. Many years ahead. At a finish line drawn in fishbone powder. It will wave the checkered flag upon my arrival. Congratulate me on my endurance, while remembering to throw in a few lines of ‘appreciation’ for my generosity ‘all those years ago’—thanks ignored at the time. But I always understood the table’s intentions. It was young. (And the wood it was carved from was also young.) I will pick up the flag and trace a figure eight into the high sky. Like a child burning their name with a sparkler. The figure eight will fall on its side. Become infinity. But this time I’m sure I’ll never see another finish line. And my sense is the table will already know that, and will no longer wait. No longer draw a chalky line. No longer give me thanks.


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A Day of Remembrance by Eryk Wenziak

All wanted him to remember to do something.

He did something.

“Was that it?” he asked all.

“No,” said all.

He did another something.

“Was that it?”

“No,” all answered.

He did something else.

“Was THAT it?” he asked all a third time.

“No,” all said, “I apologize. It was indeed something.”

“I wish you’d told me that, then, all,” he said. “I knew it was something!”

“Well, you see, after you finished doing something else I remembered it was something that I wanted you to do, not another something or something else which, had I remembered it was something from the beginning, I would’ve stopped there and congratulated you on doing something. Again, I apologize for all this.”

“Then, is that all, all?”

“That will be all,” all replied.


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Father and Son by Eryck Wenziak

I took this at 6:00 a.m. on a public beach during this past summer. My son and I were fishing, and after I snapped it, he looked at me and said: “Daddy, let’s call this ‘Father and Son.’” When I look at this photo, I’m taken to another place: one of peace and thanks for having a wonderful, healthy son that I can share such memorable times with.

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