relationships

Surfacing

don’t mind me at all- I jump in frivolity from one to the other as the bee tests for honeysuckle nectar. The proper endings of songs are not known to me. Only a taste of a part of the art. A tip of the hat, and I hot-foot it away, Stay too long, and the […]

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In here

So many, here, write words of love. Words of yearn, longing and lonely. Are they for one who is here, or has left and cannot come home? For one who wants a conjuring to bring warmth to a sad siren. In dream, I conjure you, the writer, with hands soft, warm, and strong. Alone.

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The face in the shoebox

That polaroid. Buddy was going through his shoebox of old photos, dealing them out like cards on the coffee table. I was stunned, but faked disinterest. The party drifted to the kitchen. He wouldn’t miss it. Xenia, how came this? So young. So innocent of your appalling destiny.

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Foreigners

If you would, talk some sense into me. Or, just talk some sense. I am in short supply, you see. I have broad and muscled shoulders from clenching the etched-in tension. A hard head with a coconut brain to unveil the dumb mornings. Those that move in this captivity are bound to me, but we […]

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Earnestly

Remember how to sing. If not, to hum, or whistle a waltz. Understand the beast, and restrain it with a stumbling spot dance. Think of your goodness, and not of your sin. Of the young, for they are short of life. Of your faith, or your doubt, and the quality of prayer.

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The way we are

If I tried to dream you out of whole cloth, what a disservice it would be. We speak in print, with proper letters and cadence. There‚Äôs ample time to consider a question or a statement, or to bid a goodnight without rudeness. I apply and project my idea of you, as a sculptor might, from […]

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