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285: The Poet's Job
We try to capture emotions like we hunt for butterflies. We sweep through the air towards the dainty flicker of wings, full of life and...
Aug 18, 20211 min read
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284: It's Gone
I'm not sure you realise how large a molar really is until it's gone. Until there's a gaping hole where it used to be, large enough to...
Aug 16, 20211 min read
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283: Her Heart
Her theory is this: If you assemble everything she has created in her life, you will find a picture of her heart. Her loves, her hates;...
Aug 13, 20211 min read
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282: Fences
She builds a fence, he knocks it down. She builds another, he knocks it down too. She builds a wall, he digs beneath. She moves away, his...
Aug 11, 20211 min read
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281: Why Do You Write?
She comes to me while I stand on the balcony. The city lies beneath me, a map of lighted roads and chasing cars. The night is too alive...
Aug 9, 20211 min read
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280: Angel Wings and Stardust
You pull him close in private and wrap your arms around his waist. You stand in silence just behind him so he can't observe your face. If...
Aug 6, 20211 min read
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279: Upbraided
We see little willows drooping and think of weeping widows and girls braiding their branches with feathers and silk to hide that they are...
Aug 4, 20211 min read
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278: Somebody Else
She thinks that sometimes it is easier to love another than what is right before her eyes. There is a familiar rhythm, comforting, only...
Aug 2, 20211 min read
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277: Sailing in Flames
I dreamed that we built a boat in the fire and replaced the charred wood each time it burned through. We were trying to build a vessel,...
Jul 30, 20211 min read
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276: Money Can't Buy Happiness
Money can't buy happiness. Objects aren't permanent. Things won't give you a continuous supply of joy. Maybe they're right. Maybe a new...
Jul 28, 20211 min read
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275: Komorebi
I will hold out my hand So the spider crawls onto it And take my time walking over To crack open the window Tipping my palm to watch As...
Jul 26, 20211 min read
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274: Before the World of Men
You are still half asleep when you feel her run her fingers through your hair. Wordlessly you turn and let her untangle the knots, then...
Jul 23, 20211 min read
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273: Starving for Nothing
They taste of nothing beyond a tinge of sweetness tucked behind calloused fingers on metallic strings and pits of wild cherries shot like...
Jul 21, 20211 min read
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272: Empty
Sometimes he feels like the walls have absorbed his words. White, silent, they stare back at him and slowly wipe the thoughts of...
Jul 19, 20211 min read
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271: Slippery Dreams
To walk the shelf is a precarious affair when droplets of the ocean water spray your feet and calves with each wave that shakes the...
Jul 16, 20211 min read
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270: How Eros' Arrows Distort
They tumble through the heather, their eyes weeping the delighted tears of hearts healed around old arrows that refuse to budge. Now an...
Jul 14, 20211 min read
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269: Fear of Heights
This is an admission: I have no fear of heights. Standing on a peak does not make my head swivel or my knees tremble. Standing on a...
Jul 12, 20211 min read
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268: "Growing Up"
"Growing up": getting a steady income; finding a pleasant job; a private home; a partner; holidays; dealing responsibly with issues;...
Jul 2, 20211 min read
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267: The Bones of Childhood
You find the bones of your childhood in the backyard where we used to play in the castles we used to build among the sharpened-down butts...
Jun 30, 20211 min read
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266: Captivated
The sand is still warm from a day spent in the sun. It collapses under my feet, until my heels sink down and my toes point up as the...
Jun 28, 20211 min read
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