FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • VIDEO: Love letter # 15

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    On November 28, 2010, we first posted Love Letter # 15 to this blog. Like the site itself, it was inspired by a woman we had loved madly. At the time of its original uploading, she and I were still (rarely) in contact. The fire had died; or rather, it was one-sided. An inferno in…

  • Love letter # 536

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    I am writing to thank you. This may seem counter-intuitive, perhaps even smug. If so, I apologise. There is much I do not know, and will likely never know. Maybe you are unsure yourself. All we can be sure of is that you walked out one day and never came back. Went silent. Ghosting, I…

  • Love letter # 299

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    Now. Spring. In the burnished evening. Feeling ancient. Exiled. The beautiful ones I used to talk to, who now look through me. Or regard me with pity. Worse, revulsion. To the scent of blooms I fall upon the only thing I truly regret. The way I ignored you. And I want it all to end.…

  • Love letter # 60

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    In the bright eye of early afternoon I think of lightness. Later, in the smoky shade of evening, I contemplate remnants; things I have carried for years, like the weight of your touch.

  • Love letter # 236

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    It’s true, things could have gone differently. We both made poor choices, acted out of pain. In the end it was a mess. Yet, always within reach, the love that uplifted, that promised to redress everything. As much as we made it our excuse, it gave us flight. When we were close, truly together, we…

  • Careful, you may be having an impact

    Careful, you may be having an impact

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    Even in our shared anonymity, we are all someone Words & images © Paul Ransom Old love letters…so long buried in a box of mementos, for years unread, forgotten. Until – triggered by an upcoming house move and the consequent desire to offload surplus clutter – I rediscover them. For a few seconds I contemplate…

  • Love letter # 2509

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    Yesterday, when we knew everything, nothing could stop us. Ours was the miracle unfolding. Today, we persist in ordinary orbit. No longer at the centre of things. Not wild, not cool, not defiant. We are no one’s idea of anything.   Yet, even in our unromantic waking, a kind of dream. A slow, grey yearning.…

  • Love letter # 737

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    It is the people who claim to know you that have the least idea. Hypocrite that I am, I tell myself you understand this; that I sense it in your remove. Your covert fire. We met outside the lines, away from the party. In our exile, we knew. Not like them. That. Yet still they…

  • And it shall flow eternally

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    My final words will be your name. I shall whisper the syllables slowly. They will remind me of soft breeze. The nigh inaudible rustle of leaves. I will pause to savour the rounded sensation in my mouth; like the sweet opium plume, and the drowsy bliss of inhale…exhale. There, to the deepening bell of your…

  • Love letter # 111

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    You fell so beautifully, wrapping yourself around me…and I flew to you, nearly breathless, at once starving and sated. Everything else is detail.