FREE LOVE LETTERS

I ponder the Sanskrit word ‘namaha’ – not mine – and I remember that all is given; like your love.…

Lovers on the Belgrave line

Look at them. So in love. Or lust. He slumps, gawky teenager, back into the seat. She hovers, gazing down…

We give all our love to the girls of memory, because they are never further than a thought away. They…

NB: The original version of this piece was published on our sister blog, As if You Were Listening, and you…

Is it realistic for me to harbour hope, to imagine a future including you? Much as I would like to…

I cannot say if I love you, even though I speak the words. Perhaps I am simply obsessed, searching for…

It’s true, I look at couples and see us. And there is a fracture in my heart. Hairline, but there.…

Perhaps all I ever did was pay attention. After all, that’s what beauty is. Noticing.

Your light is the colour of possibility. In your luminous arena I believe. Here is the spring, unfettered by inevitable…

Do I take the risk? Become vulnerable again. Open up to the possibility of joy and sorrow. Let someone in.…