these
things make no
sense sometimes it’s
just things happen and then
you die and no one knows why not
a single soul it takes the breath out
of you and leaves you gasping on a
search for meaning in a seemingly
meaningless world that is full up of
tombstones dirt death worms and
perhaps silent promises of rebirth

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T.J. McIntyre writes from his home in Alabaster, Alabama. Recent publications include Everyday Weirdness, Dog Versus Sandwich, Spacewesterns.com, and The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature.

GRAVESTONES • by T.J. McIntyre, 3.2 out of 5 based on 17 ratings

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6 Responses to “GRAVESTONES • by T.J. McIntyre”

1. Paul A. Freeman Says:
   April 12th, 2009 at 12:07 am

   It’s a sentence about death shaped like a gravestone – that’s about all I can say, really!

2. kaolin fire Says:
   April 12th, 2009 at 12:07 pm

   If I weren’t so full of myself (and likely to go without a tombstone), I’d see about licensing this.

3. dj barber Says:
   April 12th, 2009 at 2:18 pm

   Very well-told (and shaped!)

   –dj

4. Sharon Says:
   April 12th, 2009 at 6:01 pm

   Kinda depressing, but well done.

5. Robin Herrnfeld Says:
   April 13th, 2009 at 2:02 am

   I like this, somber as it is.

6. Joan Says:
   April 13th, 2009 at 9:50 am

   Wonderful shape. I like the lack of punctuation too.

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