Wet Truths

What is WolfCast?

Literary performance, essays, and spoken-word confessions from an author known only as Woolfinius Jackson Whürl. A voice from the Dust Meridian, reading the pages he never meant to send.

A pillow is heavy with tears tonight.

They come and come and come...
And a man thinks he knows why,
and then does not.

And it is a lifetime of weight.

He carried it. It carries him.
He tries to throw it on Him.

His father, his God.

A three fold chord
Will pick him up when he is low.

But a man finds himself trapped in the dark,
water rising fast.

Who dries the snot
In the middle of the night—

When suddenly he remembers all that shit he burned through?

When the feel of his scars from
The flames recall long cooled heats?

And blisters from new?

And he wonders, “where is my God
In these quiet wetnesses?”

The Midnight drowning sobs.

A man knows He is in another realm,
doing Godly things,
important things.

And keeping track of the weeping,

Just as He does his failures.

And, the man reasons, successes.

He is a man stuck in
A life like every man.

In need of unquestioning love.
The strengthening frame of trust.

But finding through one portal
Is the freedom but not ability.

And through another is the
Ability lacking freedom.

Ironically, the man knows desire exists through both doorways.

And so he prays and prays and prays
For the good sense to live above,

And beyond his flacidity
And find the courage

To soldier on.

The war is long and the casualties are sometimes those things most dear to us.

Even if they were lost long, long ago,
But only today is a man waking up

And seeing he is one leg short.
One eye blinded.
One heart shattered.

So, dear reader, what broke open the man’s glass jar this spring night?

Is it merely self-sorrow or pity?

Or is the man overwhelmed in realization that he cannot carry
What he always has.

The man has his opinion, biased though it may be…

But the salty truth is really only known by God.

So we love the man and keep him in our prayers.

The truth is in his salty release and the sleep that comes.