Tag Archives: love
Envy of petals upon the lips of raindrops– perishable tryst.
True solar eclipse, when Teresa took the plunge of Love’s gilded spear.
With a diarist’s intimacy and candor, Anais composed her dawnrise text to Henry and then hit SEND, grateful for the fast-flying expedient breath of a cellular technology that had yet to be invented.
Summer in Brooklyn, hydrant dreaming in graffiti– legends of childhood.
By piety’s standard, a radiant guise, refracting the levels and measures of a true mirror– woman, man, silence, choir.
She has held this position of constant sorrow for millennia, ennobling the grief of sundered hearts too human to bear openly.
It was only after they were dropped off and left alone in the middle of an autumn-brushed field, that she realized that the man with whom she was paired was no longer her husband, or never had been; the stranger’s … Continue reading
Between thorny and immaterial, Heaven became them in the cold luminous light of Nephilim exacting double-exposure on celluloid.
Out of the ashes arose nothing recognizable. Embers, in memory, projected a blank sheaf of light to cover the loss.
To constantly grapple with the past feels like strangling a mannequin, your hands sacrificed to false intimacy and the empty reaping of love’s labor by unreal standards.