Can our love find a way that is not violence? That is not a reaction of hatred to hatred? Fear pushed up against fear, heavy heads against brick wall alleys?
courage
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“My love for you gives me wings. That is all. My love for you is a four leaf clover I carry in my back pocket when I need luck and guts. When…
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Many times I have sat down at my desk to write to you. To tell you so many things, to share the inside out becoming outside in, to try to put words…
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I have a bad case of the February feels. It happens every year, around this time. The mid-winter slump hits full force and shakes me up, knocks me around a bit and offers…
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The sky is dark and still. A street light illuminates a dismal, empty parking lot. The noise from passing traffic competes with crickets, happily chirping in dewy grass, singing their hearts out.…