Category: Love
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I think of love
I think of love as something that grows form as it ages, sometimes firm, sometimes round, broadening, ambling if allowed. I think of love as an elemental discovery, unwrapping itself time and again, ever revealing eccentricities, hope, a whipped dog who greets the morning with joy. Yes, even then. I think of love as the…
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Fear and hope are like two wings of a bird
Today I woke up afraid, hope struggling to be born on this very brink, for my sons, for my city, for my unborn grandchildren (who may choose to never come forth, so unpleasant are we), indeed for my world — for all that is prized, hard fought won conceded cherished revised overturned allowed to decay…
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In the sea
Sometimes, my wife thinks she is still a saber tooth. I call to her to come back and we rock slow, to and fro, in the sea of here and not here. She turns to quiet me, to make me believe, and I lie that I do in our unquiet sea. Shifting away again, she…
