Whole, Broken

I am a human — I am not just a woman, I am not just a moment, I am not just a gift. I am alive — my emotions ebb and flow just like yours, sad man. The sad man, taking space for the story; the sad man, sharing tales about his glory forgetting theContinue reading “Whole, Broken”

A Damaged Heart

A damaged heart is utterly prophetic, isn’t it?   All of its piles of bandaging, miles of weak needle and thread rushing off into an oblivion we do not yet know is just the journey of our souls.   It is the clearest paradox: with its burden, one can see the world clearly, unbiasedly realContinue reading “A Damaged Heart”

Left of the Heart

Bang on the table and you leave, stage left of the hand and the heart must realize where it has left off in order to set it right on the dotted line of friendship you told me, “You’re right,” but soon our pride got in the way– were we both right? How do we knowContinue reading “Left of the Heart”

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