Story… The Gift

Today is Father’s Day. Here’s a short story… -Luis S. González-Acevedo

Luis S. González-Acevedo

In the United States, Father’s Day is on the third Sunday of June and Halloween is on October 31st. Here is a story for both holidays…
En los Estados Unidos, el Día de los Padres se celebra el tercer domingo de junio y Halloween en octubre 31. Aquí tienen una historia para los dos días feriados…

The Gift

–april 11, 2018–

by Luis S. González-Acevedo


June 2150, 7:30 a.m. | Eduardo was the first one up. Mother had assigned him to yard duty for the celebration, and he wanted to make Father happy. The abundant sunshine pouring through his bedroom window was a gift for those special “someones” throughout the land. Salvador –Eduardo’s father– was one of those special someones.
Father’s Day would be like no other for Salvador. Mother outdid herself –yes, she did! As Eduardo considered his mother’s commitment to his father’s happiness, he hoped to find someone…

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Poetisa Visitante: Ingrid Zetterberg | A mi compañero

Esta madrugada, me levanté de la cama porque tenía como misión leer algunos de los poemas de Ingrid Zetterberg, peruana.

https://siembradeamorblog.wordpress.com/2019/06/12/a-mi-companero/

Me encuentro en Irlanda, país famoso por sus paisajes. Al leer su poema (a mi compañero), claro que me gustaron el ritmo, las palabras y uso de la rima; pero más aún, la idea que evocaba: el paisaje más hermoso que hacía unos minutos había dejado en la cama, mi compañera.

Gracias por tus versos, Ingrid.

~Luis S. González-Acevedo
https://luissamuelgonzalezacevedo.com/

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Poem… night king, lord of the white walkers

night king, lord of the white walkers

–june 5, 2019–
reykjavík, iceland

by Luis S. González-Acevedo

“winter is coming,”
night’s snowflakes cry.
the wicked season’s ice is roaring
as the fires die
and charcoal chills spill toward our wall.
warning: the frozen barrier will soon fall.
HBO revealed you
as we fed you and scurried to your rescue.
such unpardonable sins!
so true!
such nonsense…
making us believe you died…
you didn’t? i know!
you’re waiting for emotions to subside
but when kindness and our brains grow cold,
this and more will show
that you escaped the screen & stream,
making your way into reality.
now, you lie in wait –you fiend,
sustained by our banality.
such fun… the violence,
glorified quirks & kills,
the dulling of good sense,
–of the beautiful, of course–
not the ugly and the currency wasters.
i’m ashamed to admit that you were fun,
unlike watching the melting of glaciers.
as we approach life without the sun,
i thank you, and i’m grateful.
what? what did you say, again?
is winter still coming?
does it hope that i consent?
but it regardless shall arrive…
when this final season comes,
and with great relief the moon sighs,
when all light from humanity runs:
i beg you, Bran Stark, just say goodbye…
forget me on that night,
erase all memory of me, just let it die.

night king, lord of the white walkers will appear in a future book of poems and stories (release date | July 2020)–



 

The Wonders of Yesteryear: Stonehenge

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The Wonders of Yesteryear: Stonehenge

Some believe that life ceases to surprise us as we age –that boredom sets in. However, the wonders of the human spirit still surprise me –not necessarily the spirit of my contemporaries, as I fear we have become victims of predictability. It’s our more “primitive” ancients that inspire my amazement.

I’ve strolled along the path at Stonehenge and admired the stones, carefully placed in their formations. I was struck with awe and wonder. What could Stonehenge have been five thousand years ago? What secrets and mysteries do the stones protect? I imagine tribes and nations coming before its priests and priestesses at the stones to consult the awesomeness of their gods –stones surrounded by forest, veiling and creating unfathomable mystery, fires burning high and illuminating the greatness of our human spirit.

I’m reminded of old Hebrew verses in the Tanakh & Christian Old Testament,

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