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how i loved you [or the alchemy of heartbreak]
how i loved you no one understood the torture– the sweet musk of ache in my heart no one knew you utterly macerated my sweet butterfly in your gaping mouth but I knew (and I let you) (and I let you) a thousand flutters of longing–thrusting in a moonlit garden of jasmine while, for ten…
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- love | mystery | photography | poetry | self-excavation | sexuality
with flaming swords
Qasida of the Woman Prone by Federico Garcia Lorca To see you naked is to remember the Earth, the smooth Earth, clean of horses, the Earth without reeds, pure form, closed to the future, confine of silver. To see you naked is to understand the desire of rain that looks for the delicate waist, or…
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avoiding overwhelm [or how to not get swallowed up with suffering]
“Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. But I try to work one day at a time. If we just worry about the big picture, we are powerless. So my secret is to start right away doing whatever little work I can do. I try to give joy to one person in the morning, and remove the suffering…
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precious moments of grace
Precious moments of grace today: A homemade flower from my girl. A warm hug and deeply sincere “I love you” from my other girl. Warm wishes and thoughts from friends. A call from mom to check in and tell me she loves me. Time to write. Time to breathe. Making homemade soup and corn muffins…
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your room of starshine wonder
your room of starshine wonder I see you a d r i f t on a sea of buttercups floating with milky clouds. I see you lost in dewdrops your eyes following the W I N D I see you In your room of starshine wonder without walls or eyes. F r e e, r…
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a thousand ways
i have a thousand ways i want to distract you close your eyes and breathe in this luscious strawberry before i put it on your tongue sit with me fully clothed my head in your lap your fingers on my cheek and tell me your stories or bring your weary head (so filled with thinking)…
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