Cut Joshua Jackson From Fringe
We love Fringe. We do not, however, love Joshua Jackson on the show. He doesn’t fit. He isn’t strange enough to mesh with the rest of the cast. He must be cut.
We love Fringe. We do not, however, love Joshua Jackson on the show. He doesn’t fit. He isn’t strange enough to mesh with the rest of the cast. He must be cut.
As we grow older, our bodies fail us. The immortality of our youth is replaced by the recognition of decay and decline all around us. Where once we could see, we now need brighter lights and more magnification. Where once we could run, we now stumble down the block and shuffle up the stairs. Where once our recall was immediate, we now ponder a moment before replying.
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by Steve Gaines
once more July!
and the oven of my birth
forty-seven years ago
repeated
the ghost of every Summer in between
suspended on the walls of my mind
inside my head
a cast off clutter of soft memories
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