Two Cures for Love: Poem by Wendy Cope
One. Two. Two cures for love.
smooth, swollen, and scouredlike pebbles in river bedsmemories I hold dearly populate my head one or two are disfigured—rough, metamorphic, and wornlarger-grained and ponderous;might have crystals at their core those I…
Happy middle of the week to all. Hello. So we've finally arrived at the last day ofJuly. It was a busy month and truth be told, this is the limit…
Iwill loveyou until the last star ebbsuntil darkness falls and douses me in webs for however long densenesslingers so will my love endure patiently, assuredly, purely—I will love you until the last star ebbs…
laced in vibrations honeyedthe notes suspended lingerone key unlocks the musicloving gives two hearts courageno hindrance stands between usour love has set the tempohoneyed to moor togetherunlock the door and…
At lastthe silenceswallows meweightless, I sink into the assuranceof all that isand the sunpushes through the silence,calibrates me.I feel like a clear lakereflecting the whole sky— at last, I find…
Spirals: here’s a Fibonacci on Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being: my favorite section.
Friends, I wanted to recite this one into my phone but found something better.Please enjoy. https://youtu.be/kWDCCf1CYXI?si=sJVVy5t_HK59kvPM&t=268 Starts at 4:28 YouTube: https://youtu.be/kWDCCf1CYXI?si=sJVVy5t_HK59kvPM&t=268 Image by Melanie from Pixabay, Retouched on Canva Thanks for being here.…
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