Archives de mot-clé : love

Christina’s Prayer

One time, it is a good story. One hundred times, it is a good writer. Christina, You don’t climb a mountain with your first step, With your first step, you learn to walk. Walk! The love of creation does NOT … Lire la suite

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Acme Corporation

How can he ask me to write about love and conflict seperately? And then finally about joy, also separately? Are these three enigmas not an inseparable trilogy, each volume making much less sense without the other? Inextricably intertwined giving depth … Lire la suite

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Indian Summer

It waited for me the rain this morning I told him yesterday I am going for a walk in the rain at dawn you are welcome to join me. And in my first few steps fell the first few drops … Lire la suite

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Water

A finger up the nose, a tear down the cheek. Social ineptitude, a bruised knee. People I pass on the street. Questions in my head, and a quivering soul. Catching each person I pass at specific and singular moments in … Lire la suite

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Those Nine Cards

I must stop lamenting that love is not in the cards for me. Well there are fifty-one others, aren’t there? And I have not been dealt such a bad hand otherwise. Life could be a game of Crazy Eights. So … Lire la suite

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A girl walks into a coffee shop.

A girl walks into a coffee shop. She’s nothing much to look at, the guy seated at the window thinks. But there is something about her confident stride and smart dress that makes him decide to approach her nonetheless. « Can … Lire la suite

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Cock a doodle DO…

It’s a grey and windy Sunday morning with a light and intermittent spitting of tiny, warm raindrops. Sometimes a morning such as this brings with it a sort of sad melancholy. But not today. Today it brings calm and peace … Lire la suite

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