The Great Cahooter
There was a flavour of meanness, a terrible sharpness of separation that made me wonder if I had been a sucker, a galloping fool all along.
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Wing Windows
They both stare at the tulips. Then they don’t. God is tangled in kite string and we look away.
Time and The Sacred Arc
There is something here. I can feel it. It rules even the cosmos and is bigger than all time.
Resilience Reminder
I want to be better at this. I want my relationship with time and occasion to be a reflex instead of the result of effort, and there is no reason it shouldn’t be. I have the inner loot now.
Incident at Chalk Spring
I think this love thing is really the only way to get through this, to circumvent our differences. I am appealing to their soul; asking them to put down their swords and join me in simply “being” on this planet.
Get Yer Horses Back
So we bring all of our experiences with us, and I don’t know why but I feel like I’m going to burst. All we have to do is love each other, and the planet. That’s all. That’s the foundation.
I Am a Paradox.
...how do I reconcile the meeting of his goodness and his fuckery here in my own miserable self?
