Shakespeare & Me & Neil Young (Week 13)

Twelfth Night…

Willy `•.

“In delay there lies no plenty…
Then come kiss me… sweet and twenty…”

Neil “;-^

“You can’t be twenty on Sugar Mountain…
Though you’re thinking that you’re leaving there too soon…”

Me `’.,°~

Over my damp shoulder…
a lying doorway… to rooms that no longer exist…

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The End…

Spend it…
You can’t keep it…
You can’t return to it…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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the boy who went fishing and never came home

a memory I have carried…

I still see him
when I think of that summer…

a small boy
with a fishing pole bigger than his arms…

walking the neighborhood
like he belonged to no one… and everyone at the same time…

I didn’t know then
that some children are already alone
before anything bad ever happens…

that summer hung over us like syrup…
slow…
impossible to escape…

he was always there on those endless days…
quiet…
never saying a word…
just giggling
smiling a lot…

his face dirty…
always alone…

he moved like a question mark…
drifting through the neighborhood…
always in spaces kids that age
weren’t usually allowed to be
by themselves…

something in me felt off about it…
but I ignored it…

because kids do that…

I told myself…
that’s what summers do…

scattering children
like dandelion fluff…

at first.. I thought
a grown-up had to be nearby…
surely one would come looking for him…

but they never did…

until that one day…

I was staying that summer
at my cousin’s house…
with my aunt…

a place always full of noise
and boys
and bikes
and long days…

I was 12…

there were a lot of us my age…
we all fished…
it was just what you did…

you grabbed a pole
walked
until the water showed up…

the lake sat in the neighborhood
like it belonged to us…

and on those days…
it did…

we went there laughing…
competing…
pretending we knew what we were doing…

none of us thought twice about it…

back then…

the water…
was just water…

we walked with our poles dragging behind us…
dust lifting
settling again…

no hurry…
no reason to hurry…

the neighborhood felt stretched out that afternoon…
like the distance between things had grown…

it felt like the world
was holding its breath…

I remember thinking
the day was taking its time…

not knowing
why that made me uneasy…

I saw him…

his quiet smile…

there by the water’s edge…

he was fishing…
by himself…
like always…

his name was
little Jerry

he was
5

we got bored of fishing the way kids do…
lines reeled in…
poles dropped in the dirt…

someone said swimming…
and that was enough…

we ran to a neighbor’s house
down the street…

his mom was outside…
she cut a watermelon open
on the porch for us…

red juice down our wrists…
seeds stuck to our fingers…

laughing…
sticky…
unknowing…

the last normal thing…

the air tasted like sugar and sun—
and I remember thinking
I’d never seen a red
brighter than that watermelon…

when we walked back toward the lake…
the day was gone…

the air was torn open…
like something holy…

I heard a woman screaming
before I saw her…

oh no… my baby…
oh no… my baby…

again and again…
like the words were all she had left…

someone’s radio was playing
on a distant porch…
bright
against the screams…

my aunt was there…
standing still…
her face not hers anymore…

people were running…
shoes left behind…
voices everywhere…

and without anyone telling us…
we went into the water…

all of us…
spreading out…

hands down…
feet searching the bottom…

the water smelled like mud and metal…

it was no longer just water…

I stood beside my aunt…
searching…

then her voice split through everything—
in a tone I had never heard before…

oh my God…
here he is…
I have him…

I’ll never forget seeing him come up
from beneath the surface…

the water ran off him
like silver threads…

with him in her arms—
she rushed to shore…

he just laid there… still…
quiet…

fear was on the air—

CPR…
chest compressions…

pressing…
breathing…
pressing…
breathing…

the images…
stacked on each other…
in my mind…

everyone was praying
when the ambulance arrived…

they took him away…
still working…
still trying…

and so…

he wouldn’t make it that day—

he died in the back of the ambulance
on the way to the hospital…

his fishing pole…

at my feet…

the hook…

still baited…

the water went still again…

Matthew 19:14
Let the little children come to me… for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these…

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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Into Nothing…

My dream from last night…

In my sleep last night…
I opened my eyes…
I was inside a massive mansion—

I mean huge…

The longest hallways one could imagine…
It was dark…
but enough light creeping through
that I was able to see…
and exist in it…

It was a kind of quiet
I’ve never heard before—

I was totally alone…

Absolutely terrified…
but I kept myself together…
I didn’t know what else to do…

So I just started walking…
down the hallway…
pausing at times…
looking into the rooms…

There was something familiar
about some of them…
but I don’t know what…

And then the lonely started hitting me
hard…

A kind of lonely I’ve never felt…

As if I were the only living thing
in existence—

Absolutely nothing else…
no one to talk to…
no one to pray to…
nowhere to go…
no place to call home…

A cosmic lonely—

Where you are it…
in the entire universe…

The feeling was unbearable…


and the emptiness I felt…


can’t be compared to anything…


Just utterly lost…


…into nothing…


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© 2025 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

The Blue Bitch 🧊

my dream from last night…

I found myself in a strange place…

I was waist deep in an icy body of water — dark… still… and filled with large chunks of white and blue ice
I could feel the cold cutting into me
I was freezing
Shivering
Every movement felt slow and heavy

At the edge of the water stood a large square black house
No windows
Just one open door — glowing with light
It felt like the only way out of this place

So I waded through the water in the night searching for something…
I didn’t know what

Then I heard crying

Someone calling out in distress

I saw a disturbance in the water ahead of me…
It was a girl…
She looked like she was drowning…
I moved toward her without thinking — instinct kicked in…

When I reached her.. I noticed something strange

She was blue

Her skin… her whole body… an unnatural blue

I tried to help her toward the shore toward the light — but suddenly she changed
She latched onto me
Hard…
she began trying to pull me out into deeper water…

She was trying to drown me

Her eyes were excited — almost joyful — as I struggled to stay afloat
She was enjoying it
Taking pleasure in my suffering
The fight for survival became violent and desperate
She wouldn’t relent

Neither would I

I fought and fought and fought

I was determined… not to let her win…

I pushed through the icy water toward the lit door of the black house as she tried again and again to drag me under
Through the open doorway.. I could see people inside — just living their lives
Normal
Unaware
Going about their day

I tried to yell to them

But I couldn’t scream loud enough

I kept trying… but my words had no weight
No volume
Nothing carried

I was so close to the door now — so close — and that blue bitch almost had me
She was seconds from pulling me under the surface of the water

I knew I had one chance left

I reached deep inside myself
I had to make it count

And I yelled one last time —

“YALL HELP ME”

I woke myself up… shouting those words out loud

Physically yelling

And suddenly… it was over

I was awake

Safe

What a relief

It was just a dream




very profound…
very real…
I laid awake in bed…
thinking `’.-°

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© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

While writing… listened to the album… Vs. by Pearl Jam… from 1993