UNFORGIVEN REDUX

After a series of indiscretions a man stumbled
homeward, thinking, now that I am going down
from my misbehaviour I am to be forgiven, because
how I acted was not my true self, which I am now
returning to. And I am not to be blamed for the
past, because I’m to be seen as one redeemed in the
present…

But when he got to the threshold of his house,

by David Thauberger

Dream House by David Thauberger

his house said, go away, I am not at home.
Not at home? A house is always at home: where
else can it be? said the man.
I am not home to you, said his house.

And so the man stumbled away into another series
Of indiscretions …

RUSSEL EDSON

1935 – 2014

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