Vignettes on love {3}

February 1, 2016 § Leave a comment

“See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.”


You promise to build us a highway over and through the mountains. You promise to feed us, to quench our thirst, to let us see. You promise that you are near, that our names are inked in dark blue and black scrawls on your wide hands, that the love of a mother for a baby might, improbably, fail, but yours will never for you are love itself and cannot not be what you are. When it appears you are far, let us know you are close so we do not grow bitter. Show us a sign so the mountains of our hearts and the earth of our bodies might shout, might sing. Remind us: our walls are your walls, and like a ghost you walk through them, carrying us along.

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Paris

November 14, 2015 § Leave a comment

Lord, have mercy.

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Paris, July 2008

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