Tag Archives: love

Surrender (#tbt)

I asked Nina Simone what it means to be free. “Words cannot do justice to the experience of freedom,” she said. She paused a moment, a hushed, contemplative silence, before saying “no fear… That’s freedom. That’s not all of it, … Continue reading

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Stardust

What makes a star a sun?How we relate to it must.Can there be more than one?We’re all made of star dust. What dulls our shine?Is it our fear and hate?We’re all of a kind.Can we steer our fate? Not like … Continue reading

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Round Squares

Everything turns, for better or worse, and around again. We see a horizon in the distance, a straight dividing line, yet somehow we return. Perception and experience misalign; two truths both wrong. What’s at the center of all these round … Continue reading

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Crossings, #tbt

“What will you promise each other?” I was wrestling with these feelings, this question. I typed a text that I didn’t send, which read “I promise I won’t abandon you. I promise I need you.” I was a woman standing … Continue reading

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Belle

Why can’t I spell beautiful? Try as I might, never sounds right; when the belle tolls, sour notes roll. Will it be e a you, teary eyes full, Who teaches me to sound it out? ——————————- A piece about our … Continue reading

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Arcoiris

The arc of history bends just right, like the look she gave me last night. It’s a bow and arrow, shooting far; part flood, a boat a la mar. An ark on an arc, filled two by two; a couple … Continue reading

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Duramen

My mind raced. I knew I wouldn’t feel anything. Do I ever really feel anything? I move through my feelings so fast it can be hard to tell. I wonder whether it’s all for show. It seemed my thoughts had … Continue reading

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