Green, it's greeeen. Like cut grass and stems of daisies ( Read more... )

I'm reposting this, because I've forgotten it along the way, and it's something I still mean to complete:

100 Stories/Vignettes

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace6. Break Away ( Read more... )

Forty-four days from here.
(or, Breathe in, breathe out, one-two-three-four-five.)

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One.
Always, it's the
stillness of your absence for which
I run.
          (For which, from which, it's
           all the same. Distance and dust.)

Two.
                                And we're moon-sung across
                                ( Read more... )

Scenes of sex and love.Dear traveller ( Read more... )

She loves her mama's lemonade ( Read more... )

Packing always kills me, and it's round two tonight. Sitting here, on my bedroom floor, surrounded by half-packed boxes and my stuff in piles by category and importance... I miss you so much it hurts. It comes and goes; sometimes, I go entire days being just fine, and it's almost like you're not gone at all. Actually, for the most part, I'm really ( Read more... )

I KNEW the last theme wouldn't last. (I had a Paris theme prior to this one, love, for all of... two days. Though this one might change by the time you're gone, as well. I'll try and hold onto it - I think we'd both appreciate it ( Read more... )

Are you ready, maybe, are you willing to run ( Read more... )

If I write my own wedding vows, I will officially be tempted to use the following phrase, no matter how potentially disastrous:

"I take you ... to have and to hold, come hell or high water."

Oh, yes. Now there's love.

Dear traveller ( Read more... )