Nolo Segundo is 73, a retired teacher who has been published in the past 5 years by 19 literary magazines, online/in print, in America, Canada, England, and India. Married 40 years, the only other interesting aspects to his largely mundane life were the years in the mid-70’s when he taught ESL in the Far East, including Cambodia, leaving there a year before the the time of Killing Fields; and the near-death experience he had whilst almost drowning at 24 that destroyed his former belief in atheistic-materialism.


Trigger Warning

They cannot fit, they cannot go along,
And the reasons vary—pride, fear, or
Even love never tempered by time,
Illness of the heart or mind, or simply
Bad, bad luck: life throws them away
Until they throw life away….

She was one of the gentle ones,
The unlucky ones—a flower child
Who missed her time, an era she
Might have thrived in, free, alive,
Unencumbered by family ties….

If she had come of age in the 60’s,
She might have lived into her 90’s.
But lost and afraid in a cold world
Not of her making, with her bird-
Like heart breaking, she ate her
Last hoarded apple, then lay down
To sleep and sleep and sleep until
She awakened safe in heaven’s lap.

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