December 2010
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old lover | Chris Shreenan-Dyck
they say an old lover isn’t the same person anymore than those waves are the sea where the ship went down
i lay over her like a salvage boat wondering if this is really where we sank or if that place disappeared long ago
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Here I Love You | Pablo Neruda
Here I love you. In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters. Days, all one kind, go chasing each other. The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. Sometimes a sail. High, high stars. Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds....
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235/ December 21, 2010 - Always, as children. →
It wasn’t morning until a couple more hours but the streets were filled with early churchgoers: children half-asleep, mothers in full regalia, teenagers ambling along and eyeing each other. Not all of us were here to pray. We stayed in the car and drank hot chocolate. We listened to the bells signal the start of something we loved but didn’t understand. “Last Christmas,...
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226/ December 12, 2010 - Yes →
I asked you if you ever thought of leaving me and you said yes. Other people would have said no because it was easier to avoid the truth; or maybe they didn’t know the truth at all. But you’ve thought about leaving and you might have even pictured the girl who would come next. You weighed your chances at other circumstances; you plotted out the steps for how you will...
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A Mind of Winter →
cinemamonamour:
(sometimes i write poems. you can find a few here.)
My dear friend, Inna, and her poems unfolding like love, like winter.
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You, Reader | Billy Collins
I wonder how you are going to feel when you find out that I wrote this instead of you. that it was I who got up early to sit in the kitchen and mention with a pen the rain-soaked windows, the ivy wallpaper, and the goldfish circling in its bowl Go ahead and turn aside, bite your lip and tear out the page, but, listen — it was just a matter of time before one of us happened to notice the...
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youreviltwindiary:
God, it’s good to be back. Le Route: Milan-Nice-Monte Carlo-Monaco-Cannes-Avignon-Toulouse-Lourdes-Paris
Evil twins in action. I am in love with these girls and the places they go to.
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224/ December 10, 2010 - A prologue to past things...
When you revisit a place you knew as you were growing up, do you lose yourself to a younger you— do you disappear into who-you-were? There is a corridor of books in our old house in the province. I remember running through it with my arms outstretched, my fingertips grazing an endless collection of creased spines. I follow my laughter down the stairs. I hold on to the banister like a...