It's hard to know where to start- just as it will probably be hard to find a simple, single stopping-point once I get going, here, once more
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aww... always always, you with the just-so of just-so-est quotes! you make an artistry of quotery, kerrilee: interlacing words as emotion & dialogue alike, twined into your own speech, as fluidly & effortlessly as if each word is- if not "yours"- your own language. it's a language i like to think i understand- maybe even speak, myself- which makes it all the more delicious to sink into your words
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Ooooh! Hi, kitty pretty; hi, ken! I was just recently thinking of how we so randomly-deliciously first (yet, secondly!) met-- in that sadly-defunct veggie diner in the village. What poetry, what pretty NYC kismet!
How are you?! And- thank you. It's good to see your words, too!
Mm, now I'm craving their deliciously saucy faux buffalo wings! I've never had real buffalo wings, but man, the vegan ones were good! (And, sigh... I'm still dealing with PDX food withdrawals. The neighborhood I live in, when there, has multiple Veg City Diner-esque variations, within 5 blocks. Oh, City of Tempeh!)
I want to say I'm sorry things were rough, because you are soft & sweet & deserve to not be in pain- but you also said the bad is behind you now, so this makes me smile for you. I guess we can't really discuss this sort of thing in online commenting shorthand! Is it good that you're back in NYC? (Which borough? I have to say, I always loved that you had so many woodland creatures near you, yet were still in Queens- but I know you were also pretty isolated there, etc.) I hope the creatures, woodland & people-formed alike, make for wonderful watching. It's NYC in sweet sweet summertime, so I can't imagine they wouldn't!
Oh, Opal! I have so much to say, so much to ask & wonder over/about with you! I'm bursting/gleaming (burgleaming? gleamursting?!!) with happiness of all the shiniest sorts, even seeing your name & hundred dreamy pixels of beauty, here. I had a little snippet of time online, just now, to answer my first couple comments- but want to write a fuller response to yours- one that, at the very least does a tiny bit of justice to my rambling draft of a response to your last (and looovely!) letter! (Which, yes, I realized when seeing your post here, that I never quite managed to tidy up and send. Gah!)
So: More comment soon, yes, ohyes. For now, just: Hello, beautiful. And hello to the beautiful bebes, though I know they're much bigger than when you first told me stories of them! I kiss your sweet forehead, nuzzle my nose to your cheek, and- more- here & elsewhere- soon! Love.
Oh, bizarre! Crista and I were just talking a few days ago about how you'd seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth and we worried because we hadn't heard from you in so long.
I want a postcard (and will return with the same)! What's your current email address so I can send you my postal address?
Oh, hello, you! Something kind of amazing- although I've lived in multiple cities & 2 other houses, an apartment, and a room in a quirky hotel since we last saw each other- now I'm sleeping in the bed I was using when we last hung out. And across the room from me is a certain miniature chest, splashed across with hand-painted flowers!
Yes, indeed. The chest you gave me, with glitter & gifts inside, your retired love letter chest- an honor- it somehow looks just right with the enormous antique bookshelf that my mother inherited. So I left it here from the first move, atop shelves of century-old books & antique photographs.
Lovely. Like you. And postcard(s)- etcetera- Yes, let's! My email address is as in my journal profile: Photoluminesce at Gee Mail.
Oh- oh, how are you?!! (It makes me grin a lot, to think of you & Crista together. It's also a very pretty visual picture, but that kinda goes without saying!)
"How can I tell you?" (Attach Cat Stevens' voice to that particular phrase: hear the melody in your head, if you know it. Such aching lift and carry. The way he manages to fill five words to such an emotional swell-point, such ache & joy. Letting us fall into his words &- in turn- be carried by our own rawest emotions. And with such a few syllables.) ...How can I tell you?...
Oh, Morgan! I don't think it's possible for me to express just how much I needed Just Those Words, at just this time. And how much they mean(t) coming from you. A poetic oxygen of sorts.
I love you. And I'd love to have your current address, & give mine. This is brief, this is a For Now; especially considering all there is to... well, just All There Is, really! But I needed to say at least this, & not wait any longer to do so.
You- your heart precious heart- mean so very much- always- to me. More or less (except, never less)- what you said to me, reflected back & back in the shiniest of waves. I could hug you for hours, I think; so much would be said
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you make an artistry of quotery, kerrilee: interlacing words as emotion & dialogue alike, twined into your own speech, as fluidly & effortlessly as if each word is- if not "yours"- your own language. it's a language i like to think i understand- maybe even speak, myself- which makes it all the more delicious to sink into your words ( ... )
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I was just recently thinking of how we so randomly-deliciously first (yet, secondly!) met-- in that sadly-defunct veggie diner in the village. What poetry, what pretty NYC kismet!
How are you?! And- thank you. It's good to see your words, too!
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Things have been difficult the last couple of years, but that's behind me now! And I'm back to living in NYC. : )
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(And, sigh... I'm still dealing with PDX food withdrawals. The neighborhood I live in, when there, has multiple Veg City Diner-esque variations, within 5 blocks. Oh, City of Tempeh!)
I want to say I'm sorry things were rough, because you are soft & sweet & deserve to not be in pain- but you also said the bad is behind you now, so this makes me smile for you. I guess we can't really discuss this sort of thing in online commenting shorthand! Is it good that you're back in NYC? (Which borough? I have to say, I always loved that you had so many woodland creatures near you, yet were still in Queens- but I know you were also pretty isolated there, etc.) I hope the creatures, woodland & people-formed alike, make for wonderful watching. It's NYC in sweet sweet summertime, so I can't imagine they wouldn't!
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I'm bursting/gleaming (burgleaming? gleamursting?!!) with happiness of all the shiniest sorts, even seeing your name & hundred dreamy pixels of beauty, here. I had a little snippet of time online, just now, to answer my first couple comments- but want to write a fuller response to yours- one that, at the very least does a tiny bit of justice to my rambling draft of a response to your last (and looovely!) letter! (Which, yes, I realized when seeing your post here, that I never quite managed to tidy up and send. Gah!)
So: More comment soon, yes, ohyes.
For now, just: Hello, beautiful. And hello to the beautiful bebes, though I know they're much bigger than when you first told me stories of them! I kiss your sweet forehead, nuzzle my nose to your cheek, and-
more- here & elsewhere-
soon!
Love.
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I want a postcard (and will return with the same)! What's your current email address so I can send you my postal address?
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Yes, indeed. The chest you gave me, with glitter & gifts inside, your retired love letter chest- an honor- it somehow looks just right with the enormous antique bookshelf that my mother inherited. So I left it here from the first move, atop shelves of century-old books & antique photographs.
Lovely. Like you. And postcard(s)- etcetera- Yes, let's! My email address is as in my journal profile: Photoluminesce at Gee Mail.
Oh- oh, how are you?!! (It makes me grin a lot, to think of you & Crista together. It's also a very pretty visual picture, but that kinda goes without saying!)
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Oh, Morgan! I don't think it's possible for me to express just how much I needed Just Those Words, at just this time. And how much they mean(t) coming from you. A poetic oxygen of sorts.
I love you. And I'd love to have your current address, & give mine. This is brief, this is a For Now; especially considering all there is to... well, just All There Is, really! But I needed to say at least this, & not wait any longer to do so.
You- your heart precious heart- mean so very much- always- to me. More or less (except, never less)- what you said to me, reflected back & back in the shiniest of waves. I could hug you for hours, I think; so much would be said
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