Category: Love
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Day 6: A Talk With My Father We Never Had (Audio Reading)
The only time we ever talked about love Was the month following my heartbreak Around Thanksgiving of my 24th year. I did not think I could keep going quietly, honestly And you did not have much advice to give. In the wake of that winter you visited once And I had very little left to…
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Day 4: Excerpt from The Cheesebringer
One of the things I’m doing over the next month is sharing excerpts from long form writings I have written that I hope to one day potentially publish. There will be 4 more posts like this so if you see the word excerpt, it is going to be from something I have written that is…
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A Few Tender Words to You, as if You were Me
Hello friend, I don’t know what you might be carrying lately. I also don’t know if what you are carrying is much heavier or signicantly lighter than you are imagining. I don’t know even know if your indecision is the product of you not actually knowing or if you feel so trapped where you are…
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Love Note
It may appear like the last year we’ve hardly been near. It is entirely on me, and I fear moving might not make room for the intimacy you desire without radically restructuring, which is what I am certainly inviting. If anything of my personality has captivated you, I too, will give you the best of…
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It’s Patient
Patience assumes goodness out of what it waits for. The first descriptor of love in 1 Corinthians 13 is that it is patient. If we were to take a survey asking to give a word to describe love, I don’t know how many of us myself included would lead with patience. But the Scriptures do.…
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Prose: Simple-Hearted
In the spring, it became apparent we had lost each other for quite some time. I had become rote in my ability to disappoint. You had become distant before and after discussion on top of discussion. Together we suffered and our affection caught glaucoma. Nearness and touch gave way to a glance that at times…
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18. Dissent
Love used to be stories: Knights win princesses Cowboys untie damsels Savages capture concubines Exchanges of property and wealth the brokerage of Catherine of Braganza Love was a trade When it was romanticized sometimes it started in the schoolyard or the fields sweethearts and youthful innocence held them like glue sticks The working class and…
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16. Bells
*Ding-Dong* waited at the door to be greeted by your father have you back by ten and treat you like his daughter made sure to open up and help you into the passenger moved the umbrella, meant to keep us from the water *Ring-Ring* our food was up after we waited by the window like…
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15. Pictures
most of the time there’s too much perspective for just one photograph like the contour of your ridge that leads to a bridge that knows of the perils of love it’s worth it to be overwhelmed by the decision to wade in waves and surging waters to rest on your shore, sure of catching the…
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09 Steady
“Steady, steady” I tell her, whilst knowing nothing about archery. she is able to hold the tension with poise. her hand resting against her cheek, where i wished mine to be, she listens to my steady advice. I too am composed, I think the string pulled back like the way she wore her hair; i…
The Reconstructed 