FREE LOVE LETTERS

We are not required to make plans, swear oaths, nor pledge the everlasting. There is nothing for us to uphold,…

Letter to the well-meaning friend (which, on reflection, I probably won’t send)

Remember when I poured my heart out to you earlier today? I told you about that song – the one…

You were far from innocent, but this does not excuse my role in the sorry charade. I could have listened…

NB: This is a guest post, courtesy of Arthur Witherall. With his kind permission, I hereby share it with you.…

What if you shone your light through me? How would it refract? What if your tongue was my voice? How…

There is not much to say. It is done. This is the outcome. Next is what awaits our making. Words…

Like forever, yet only yesterday. Another life, yet still alive. Neither of us who we were. Me at least, in…

I never saw you. In truth, I did not look. Instead, I invented. Created a version of you, and fixated…

Here. The quiet. Now. Could be anywhere. This. Holds everything. The simplicity of your presence is breathtaking. I inhale it,…

NB: This piece was first published on sister site, As If You Were Listening. It was subtitled, A Meditation on…