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Thoughts on Love

Tonight is for reading this poem, again and again.  Margaret Atwood, “We are hard on each other”
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03/09/2016

Our eyes met and you wanted me. Our lips met and I wanted you. Whiskey and lemonade and deception Stolen breath and hushed mirth. You spoke to me in platitudes I planned desperately to believe. Time is the killer of compassion. Reality, of dedication. Trite idioms and an insistence of intention (It’s not about you, I […]
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100: Remembering the Future

I’m thinking about leaving you.  I wouldn’t say anything. No fights or harsh words. I’ll cheerfully kiss you off to work tomorrow, pack my things and be gone before you get home. You will lament to friends, family, the next woman, the current other woman that I was always going, that you don’t know why […]
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09/25/2015

I want to write something bigger than you. I want my words to move mountains. To stretch from sea to sand to lonely cliff, metaphors tumbling with sharp staccato, edges wearing thin, smoother than your glib lies will ever be. I want to write something other than love. Having love, lacking love, I want to […]
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Memory.

I watched the sunrise over the Oregon mountains from an airplane this morning, and it broke my heart. How can twenty years be an eternity and an eye blink? Twenty years. Twenty years. I barely remember the girl who didn’t say “I love you”. The girl who preferred not to be touched, who shied away […]
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100: Epic Love

Give me a love that is quiet and calm. That finds passion in the smallest moments, in the pauses between breaths. That believes in wishes and planning, that cools and changes, that finds itself again. That doesn’t thrive on hurt, but weathers the pain when it comes. Give me a love that chooses to thrive, […]
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100: Freedom

She tries to cry freedom as if it would make it so. She would never wrap around him in the night again. She would never slide out from under an elbow hooked around her in sleep, or feel him snuggle into her neck, face rough with morning, the tickle making her feel special, warm, loved. […]
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100: Loneliness Part 1

He sits alone on his lunch, parked next to a beautiful green he won’t visit. Once he would have dined with friends, lovers. Now these stolen moments are the best – and worst – of his day. He catches a glimpse of his silvering hair in the mirror and doesn’t recognize himself. Turning the key, […]
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2015 is a New Year

I ended 2009 kissing someone who was not mine, while the one who technically was worried about me kissing someone entirely different. It was over. I was pregnant at the end of 2010, with twins, but I didn’t know it. I was also at the beginning of something new. At midnight we toasted with champagne […]
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100: Betty’s House

Betty lived a big life in a big city filled with big things. She always felt so small in that big white house, with five bedrooms and four bathrooms, three sparkling windows that overlooked the eastern neighbors, two bratty but beguiling children and one boisterous husband. All that space was filled with the presence of […]