Monthly Archives: March 2013

Old Pictures

Old pictures are dangerous. Old pictures show the progression from that April to May to June, getting skinnier and skinnier and skinnier. Old pictures show faces thinning, waistlines receding. Old pictures show baggy jeans with thighs a mile apart, legs … Continue reading

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Snow

The snow is thick and white and deep and you, my dear, are far away. And I, I am ineffably lonely.   The chill creeps in through window panes and you, my dear, you do not call. And I – … Continue reading

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Going Home

I am lying awake thinking of love and stories, knowing that tomorrow I will be on a plane back to where all the memories started. My mind circles through now and then, confusing tides of wanting and leaving that wash … Continue reading

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Over You

I am sitting by the phone, wondering if I should call you, because the people on TV were falling in love and all I want is to hear your voice. It’s been three months and we can say the words … Continue reading

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Broken People

I realized – or rather, remembered again – that broken people have a tendency to attract other broken people. We find them. We become friends with them. We fall in love with them. And I think I’m okay with that. … Continue reading

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Invincible

I used to be invincible. Or damn close to it. I don’t know what’s happen; I used to be so much tougher when I was younger. Sick? No such thing. Colds, flus, even a bacterial infection or two – I’d … Continue reading

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Stay

“Stay,” that one, dangerous little word. “Stay” – an invitation to a choice, a seductively simple little temptation. Who knew that a “stay” spoken at three in the afternoon could be so different from one spoken at ten at night? … Continue reading

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