Tag: love

Untitled #412

It was always a golden city, even before I learned exactly what Black and Gold meant and why the sports fans were as crazed as in Boston. It was a golden city because each time I would be bleary eyed and exhausted, the sunlight would illuminate the staggered and defiant skyline for a second sunrise,…

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How to Love (I)

You might think you know what love is. You might consider those sunbeams and rainbows and general giddiness (not from too many cocktails) to be love. Of course, She is there in her own nuanced way, bringing individuals together with a slender hand and Galadriel-esque beauty and calm. Love is calm. She is the tall,…

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Starman, Stardust, Starlight

We’re floating above planet Earth, spacesuit making limbs heavy and bulky. We bounce because in our 10-year-old imaginations, that’s how spacemen walk. Like the Michelin Man, all heavy and limbs and awkwardness. “Ground Control to Major Tom.” Bounce, float, we imagine leaving the capsule because it’s drama class time and we’re imagining we’re in space.…

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In Reality

If there is silence, it means that nothing is being said, because words are superfluous. If there is meaning, true significance, then it means an idea has been discussed and understood, profoundly. If there is honesty in raw emotion, it means that it is shared, and that deep down, pounding red heart of a core…

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Cracked (But Not Shattered)

I lean my head back and open the parts of my soul that I can access and look up. Pale blue sky, but not the pale blue of sunrise. It’s pale because the humidity has washed out the color from above; the clouds bleed their fleece into the atmosphere. Time for the sun to set.…

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Born on the 4th of July

It’s not the fireworks, necessarily, that are intriguing, we decided. It’s the silence in between each flash. The afterboom. The inhale as the tiny stars of gunpowder and sparkle slowly,  make their way to earth and fade. For a moment, there’s a quiet. Most people don’t think about it, we said. Instead, they look through…

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Travel

We’ve done this dance before. Pull up curbside. Arms easily find their positions, circle the partner – you – facing me. Words are spoken, dry-mouthed, yet they drip with significance. Eyes searching, trying to make contact and failing, because one or the other of us is starting to move to the music neither one of…

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Particles

I remember when I asked you to watch the stars, falling, gently, across the sky with me. Here, it’s easier to make them out, even with the handy iPhone app; the city lights are not detrimental to the glow of Jupiter, the winking of Venus. It’s the perfect blend of technology and the past, the…

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