He was on his knees crying the kind of cry that is a high-inducing mix of extreme joy and extreme… http://wp.me/s3gdZQ-87
He was on his knees crying the kind of cry that is a high-inducing mix of extreme joy and extreme sadness. She was giving him the time to feel he gravitas of it all, giving herself time to forgive. It took eleven and a half minutes. She loved him more…
I thought I had gotten mad/stuck up for myself/said how I was feeling/said something. After… http://wp.me/s3gdZQ-81
I thought I had gotten mad/stuck up for myself/said how I was feeling/said something. After all, I did raise my voice and I did burst into gasping tears. Maybe it was in my shutting up, in my strain to hear his barely spoken feelings, to decipher the…
Even in her prettiest white summer dress, Lilah felt frumpy. All these people in their perfectly tailored slacks and expensive dresses, perfectly fat hair and perfectly tanned skin. She imagined explaining herself if she got a sideways look, “I’m on my…
I am thinking about you, you beside me on the grass…
I am thinking about you, you beside me on the grass, the roughness of it sticking straight into our bare arms.
“It is warm,” I said.
“Yes,” you said.
“The other day while sitting on the grass skyping with Carlotta, my phone overheated. The screen said…
He slid his arm around my bare waist, flattening his palm to cup my right love handle, the space just below my belly button, my left hipbone. The feel of smooth, taut skin pressed tight against my own. He was behind me, holding me up in the lukewarm…
This kid seems like the incarnation of a sage. Watch This. Cute, hilarious, and insightful.
If you stay open to it, there can come a time when you know only love. When the world reverberates with such brightness that everywhere you turn you have the overwhelming urge to smile.
He said, “The trick is learning to turn it off. It is good that you are here to get this out with. But when you leave, BOOM.”
I didn’t understand. The feeling for me was too new to want to let go of. I wanted to examine it. From every angle, turn it over on its soft underbelly and stroke it. I wanted to hold it for as long as I could, sit in it, do nothing but bask. and share.
When we were
Pterodactyls, we flew in circles
Sometimes fast, sometimes high.
It was comfortable and I became antsy.
“Today I’’ll fly in a ray!” I said.
“You’ll go hungry!” you said.
You got further and further away.
I might have lost you.
I lost a lot of time. But.
I’m back. The problem wasn’t a lack of sustenance.
You nourish me.
This morning a woman asked if she could take the picture of the cityscape from Alamo Square for me so that I could be in the picture. I had dressed quickly, sloppily, comfortably, not exactly sure that I would stay dressed after I moved the car. I decided I didn’t care and handed her my phone.
"Where are you visiting from?" she asked, all smiles the way I’ve noticed most women walking through Alamo alone in the crispness of morning are.
I thought back to the first time anyone ever confused me for a San Franciscan. I was at a bar for happy hour, a bar I now know is only ever populated by out of town Opera-goers. That day, Chuch and I exchanged thrilled glances and nodded eagerly, “Yes, yes we’re from here” even though we hadn’t had the keys to our studio a week yet.
This morning, I was thrilled to be confused for a vacationer, eagerly taking in the spectacular view made even better with the slow sunrise. “Nowhere,” I said. “I live around the corner.”
She giggled conspiratorially. “I’ve never stopped taking pictures of this view either. I’ve lived here twenty-three years.”
Let’s all be wide-eyed forever.