“No reason to lie when you can shock them with the truth. It’s more interesting anyway,” you said.
Lentils, cooked or not, are still lentils. They just smell different. I squeezed them tightly in palm of my hand.
“Anthony, why’d you give me cooked lentils? That’s so weird. Why are you so weird?” He always loved lentils. The red kind, not the green.
“Anthony. Darling. Let’s walk up this hill and catch the last sunset together. It’ll be worth it. I’ll buy you a home by the sea, just like you wanted.”
You asked me why.
“Because that’s what people do when they love each other, Anthony. That’s what we do.”
For the unforgettable – Ecuadorian flute bearing – MJ.
Connection is what it’s all about. That’s no secret.
“I didn’t do much for the past few days, but you know what I did do, this morning I saved a caterpillar and put it back in the woods where it belongs. And that put the biggest smile on my face.”
“You know, the thing about caterpillars and transformation is – before you turn into the butterfly, you have to be goo. Literal goo. You have to go into the chrysalis for a while.
And I’m just going to tell myself today, right now you have to be okay with being goo.”
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? – Mary Oliver
Dreamers, keep dreaming. We aren’t the hopeless romantics; the world has it wrong. We are the hopeful romantics. Dream on. Live on. Love on.
Slice me open like a renegade You runaway black star
Kiss me quick like a snake
Let your poison dangle over my heavy bones
Tickle me slowly with your feathery gaze Hunt my flesh
Make me hunger for your bloodthirsty Kill
Seething love through my vertebrae Shaking rain make me thunder
For your whole
I’ll take any excuse to love you
So explain to me that the sky isn’t blue
That this pain I’m feeling isn’t real
Tell me that people don’t really have two hands Tell me we’ll live forever
even though I know someday we all have to go
I’ll take any excuse to love you
Any excuse to believe that this might somehow work Tell me that when you paused
when I asked if you thought we’d be together always
That you really meant yes
Sometimes there is silence and space
reaching across the multitudes of
decades, decades, decades
spent dancing by the kitchen door
spent in that hallway, shone
spent wandering by the bookshelf,
won’t you slide across this empty room
faint hum of music and sparkle in your eyes
won’t you tangle, soft around these limbs
won’t you wrap my heart in sunrise
They say those empty verses left on the register
will come back for you,
but what do they know
the bridge never follows
as you traipse under its arched passageway
they don’t sing about the sparrows once they’ve
flown away for winter.
they don’t tell you when you throw a bottle out to sea
it doesn’t come back – the waves recede gently,
and with the tide’s return
dappled grey bubbles
lap at your toes,
echoes fading crimson sunlight.
stop my heart from beating
where has it all gone
you don’t know how you don’t
read me a story, count all the minutes
between when the doors closed
the sheets, the covers
i told you when these day late hours
the only things left would be
that empty blanket and
where she sighed, happily
i told you that i’d always remember
our favorite songs
and gazing up at the ceiling
when you laughed and
thumbed through that magazine mindlessly
cause in those in between hazy daylight hours
was where my heart was