FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 1007

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    Paul Ransom
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    Arrange a coincidence. Some scene. We meet by chance. Even the light is right. Time shrinks to now. Us. Perhaps this is it. The becalmed seconds of recognition. The rest, our numerous fictions, our practise of denial. So I will say only this…let us stand awhile in the sunlight and, for a warm, slow minute,…

  • Love letter # 684

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    Paul Ransom
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    I want to go to the blue horizon with you. There is no place I would rather be, nor anyone I would rather be there with.  

  • Why I choose to love

    Why I choose to love

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    Paul Ransom
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    Perhaps it is selfish to speak of love. I give so as to get, etcetera; a transaction of tenderness, an economy of vulnerability. I make my bargain with pain in order to receive the benefits of joy. I am prepared to accept this possibility. Self-interest is pursued in many ways, often to the detriment of…

  • Love letter # 735

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    Paul Ransom
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    I still see you, though I no longer look at you. You might whisper, yet I would hear you a thousand miles off. Even though time is shifting like sand, the trace of you remains, such that I still walk beside you. Into the immeasurable distance, where everything dwells.      

  • Love letter # 654

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    Paul Ransom
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    This may not be true, yet still I find myself believing. Inundated by the sensation. Prone to fantasy. Might this be the dream that withstands the scrutiny of waking? Throw the die, deal the card, bring the storm. Here now, the fatalism of longing. I am not in control; like the author who lets the…

  • Love letter # 113

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was no knowing. Only knowing. No guessing, only guessing. The accident. Our collision. The wreckage that became our harbour. The mapless navigation of storms. Our tracks in a desert of invention. Erase. Create. Forget. Remember. There is no point, only motion. No is, only what will be. We are as a circle, travelling far,…

  • Love letter # 31

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    Paul Ransom
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    When first I loved you, it was not you. It was the ideal. The one you could never be. Later, tarnished, I tried to force you into shape. Until I woke up. At which point you were saying goodbye. Now, divorced of need, I call out the tyranny of fantasy. I say to the dream:…

  • Love letter # 984

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is no way of knowing, no safe path; only the risks of yes and no. The question for you and I is which. What side of the coin? Heads or hearts? Neither is right, neither is wrong. Both are an expression of gravity. Shall we land together? Or should we fall apart? This is…

  • Love letter # 657

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    Paul Ransom
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    Did I love you in ways I should not have? Quite likely. Here then, the ruins of my desire. Souvenirs of a particular derangement. Wounds or treasure? Both. Pride has primed me for this fall. Thank you for setting me down.

  • A shout-out to my favourite ghosts

    A shout-out to my favourite ghosts

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    Paul Ransom
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    Thank you for leaving without notice It happens to all of us. People leave. Emails bounce. Calls do not get returned. Today, we call this ghosting. Yet, it is nothing new. Relationships, however close and seemingly unbreakable, have always existed on the edge of ending. The inspiration for this piece arrived on New Year’s Eve,…