Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
I am neither flattered nor flustered by the arcane recognition thrown my way of representing a sympathetic ear to which all feel free to express their sorrows and concerns. Why me?
Do I, without my knowledge or consent telegraph such services; to listen patiently and in so doing provide a balm of ease to those in need?
My calm and unjudgemental demeanor signals, I believe, a casually objective world view; how have I become in maturity such a paragon of wisdom, a non-denominational Mother Confessor?
How is it that those perfectly unknown to me instantaneously feel compelled to burden me with the agony of their unspeakably tragic tribulations?
More to the point, how is it that they find, in the act of compelling my quiet attention, transferring their angst to me, needed redemption for themselves?
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