At The End Of Fascination
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me,
You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this.
It was a fitting end in every way possible.
The person I wrote this for, when he read it, told me,
You don’t yet realize that we are beyond this.
It was a fitting end in every way possible.
Of all the things to talk about, I never thought we’d be having a pep-talk about not feeling bad about being single on Valentine’s Day. Of all the people, I never thought I would be the one giving it to him. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Nearing the end of dinner as he puts…
When you stir to wakefulness today, just before you open your eyelids, what is the first thing you will think of? What thought will you shade your eyes with, for the day? Will you see the day starting slowly, without your assistance and not needing your reassurance either? Will you notice how the stage…
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
Some nights are a turquoise tango, some days are an orange solo.
The next time you hear about a victim of abuse and think of her (or him) as weak, think again. Violence is so much more complex than you know.
“No day is safe from news of you” – Sylvia Plath
Each day is a minefield to navigate.