Miracle Man
Driving T home from the compound – the official end to our third date – we passed a truck with a sign that said, “Miracle Man – I can fix anything but a broken heart.”
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Month: February 2008
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“O.K., I’ll be part of this world.”
Last night, went to see No Country for Old Men – Javier Bardem’s eerie smile and red rimmed eyes are still burned in my mind. But the ending is what haunts me – the larger than life angst of one man trying to survive in desperate times that aren’t so different than other times – when Tommy Lee Jones’ character says at the end “and then I woke up” it’s the nightmare that he can’t…
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Same psychosis – different day
Here in the US we have our typical lone gunmen shooting down students as witnessed at NIU last week, whereas yesterday, in Serbia, they are burning American flags and rooms in the US embassies in protest over who owns what land. Same old psychosis, different day.
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I’m not missing you
I sit here on my throne trying to contemplate how I will endure two hours away from you and realize I must endure two months plus and therein lies my next obstacle to overcome. How can I possibly be without you?
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A blood red lunar eclipse
There was a total lunar eclipse last night but T and I walked out on the porch when mom called to tell me and couldn’t see it. We decided one can’t see an eclipse. But today I read it made the moon blood red – how gorgeous is that – a red moon – so rare. The next lunar eclipse comes in December 2010.
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Not monkeying around in the blog
I don’t want to parrot youI don’t want to monkey see monkey doI don’t want to mockI simply want to delight in how different and similar we are in the same breath – a breath so close I’m not sure if I smell you or me or the alchemy.
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Mi querida novia sends me enchanting poems
CASIDA DE LA ROSA -Federico García Lorca La rosa no buscaba la aurora: casi eterna en su ramo, buscaba otra cosa. La rosa, no buscaba ni ciencia ni sombra: confín de carne y sueño, buscaba otra cosa. La rosa, no buscaba la rosa. Inmóvil por el cielo buscaba otra cosa.
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A poem for me from my canikom askim
La Vita Nuova In that book which is My memory . . . On the first page That is the chapter when I first met you Appear the words . . . Here begins a new life – Dante Alighieri
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What age makes you wonder
In this budding relationship we reflect on our friends who are in the throes of the ten-year mark – they can’t get back to where we are, but they have so much of what you hope to be – can they have faith they can keep moving forward? We hope so. What keeps you in a relationship once the bud has bloomed and bloomed – it’s why I love peonies – so many petals to…