There is so much to say, and I will not say it. I do not wish to confront circumstances out of my control. I hate confrontations except there are points in your life when walking away is not acceptable to your inner Schweinehund. I’m unsure how we got into this bind but I see myself facing the enemy and the enemy is myself. Guilt-ridden and unable to walk away from the image I have created, I’m at the point of stupor. I can learn so much about myself if I only try but I don’t know where to start. Speak to me is what I want to say, but all I hear is silence. Silence of the creatures, silence of the plants, silence of the unborn, silence of the fence.

Joachim Frank, a German-born scientist and writer, moved in 1975 to Albany, New York and recently (2008) relocated to New York City. He took writing classes with William Kennedy, Steven Millhauser, Eugene Garber, and Jayne Ann Philipps. He has published short stories and prose poems in Lost and Found Times, The Agent, Inkblot, Heidelberg Review, and Groundswell, among others. Some portfolios of his photographs are found at zonezero.com. His website is franxfiction.com.