Love
November 12, 2009
- Presents From Jim Nineteen sixty-nine. The autumn fair was in Athens.I was sixteen. You had finished your senior year.You threw well aimed darts, and loaded my armswith cheap stuffed toys; soft treasures for my bed.Arms and objections occupied, I leaned tightwhile you held me from behind, whisperingunfamiliar syllables into my warming ear.I remember your ...
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November 12, 2009
- I Am Not The DreamIn your reality, I have no pulse. I heard you whisper. Did you know I felt you whisper? I heard you whisper my name, and you put it to a dream.See the swell of my warm lips, the fire of my father’s eyes, the sure lift of my mother’s chin? Blood rushes here;the blood of a thousand generations of proud lives in me.And I begged you. ...
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November 11, 2009
- November 11 QUILTER What more comfort can exist in the world than a conglomeration of turned edges and love? Fancy stitches or not, the assembled world of cloth stands testament to devotion and diligence. Careful collections, meaningful to the collector and mysterious to the possessor, fulfill the primal urge to shelter and be safe. Time is testimony to endurance. Thread against ...
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November 10, 2009
- A Meditation On Marriage, Part I [POSTED ON OUR SIX MONTH ANNIVERSARY]A Meditation on Marriage The repetition and awkwardness of the question evoked irritation, something like the metal scrape of a dentist's pick as it moves along the gum line. When’s the wedding?I know it’s a fair question, a somewhat fair assumption. When two people are in a long-term relationship, the discussion of ...
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November 3, 2009
- I think there is an intricate art of being a friend. Over the years, perhaps I’ve been a little naïve; I’ve occasionally learned that a person I thought was my friend was in reality, a fair-weather friend. That is a person who would shrewdly learn areas in my life that could be manipulated, such as saying what I want to hear. The result is a friendship that is based not on truth, from ...
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October 29, 2009
- She is the tree green and wide abundantly dressed overflowing spreading her sleeves blesses all in her cool shade solitude teems with breezy songs I feel nearer God 2 That autumn tree from this window looks like a young woman naked exciting birds to come kiss and play tomorrow when spring will return she will be too lovely to touch ...
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October 29, 2009
- October 29, 2009 The Book on the Shelf I love to read; my bookshelves are crammed tight. However, there is one book that I avoided even glancing at, even though I had several copies. My first copy was given to me by a nice neighbor lady when I was very young. Another copy was given to me when I was baptized and another when I married. I even received a large copy that was ...
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October 28, 2009
- I don’t see death every day, but I hear it.From where I sit, in my home office overlooking a little Bosphorus bay, the day is punctuated by recess at a large school below. Sometimes through the din I think I hear a high-pitched pain cry echoing in the valley. An intermittent wail. Out on the balcony I listen, some primitive hackle raised. Rarely can I locate its exact source but it comes from ...
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October 23, 2009
- My favorite city in the world is FlorenceAnd not just any Florence but the tiny oneOn a shelf in a photograph from which I laughAt myself seated in a chair at a deskIn an office that lacks FlorenceFor an address, so that people when they comeIn to say hi or with a work-related questionSometimes wonder aloud where and whenAnd though I answer, I never tell themI’m terrified to have traveled ...
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October 21, 2009
- As she walks her way out to the road gently, the man watches her steps from inside the café. She ties her coat belt and turns back to see him for the last time. The man puts the cigarette on his lips and keeps watching her. The girl takes her perfume out of her pocket and sprays it on her wrist and her neck. She takes her handkerchief out from her purse but before using it the wind blows it away ...
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