For all I know

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I remember nothing of former lives except the details

which are as you know impediments

to what Anubis & the others have been trying to tell me

nothing except weight of helmets odor of blood,

nothing that would importune my present confusions.

I think it’s not going to be this life

where I remember what I was supposed to do

but I know I have been so truthfully me

that for all I know it’s what I was supposed to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Djelloul (jeh-lool) Marbrook was born in 1934 in Algiers to a Bedouin father and an American painter. He grew up in Brooklyn, West Islip and Manhattan, New York, where he graduated from Dwight School and attended Columbia. He then served in the U.S. Navy. Marbrook blogs at www.djelloulmarbrook.com and is the author of two books of poetry (Far from Algiers, Kent State; Brushstrokes and Glances, Deerbrook Editions) and three novellas (Artemisia’s Wolf, Saraceno, and Alice Miller’s Room), with other works forthcoming. A retired newspaper editor, he lives in New York with his wife Marilyn.

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