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des communs élans…

des communs élans




She the river that wears down stone
and makes new caves in my body
For me to crawl into and laugh and splash in
In the warm and wet and small places where there is no shame.

Electric Youth

open invitation…

open invitation

You have such a pretty mouth.
To feed it only kisses
would be a wasted opportunity.

— Michael Faudet —


crumbs along the path…

‘I don’t believe in magic,’
The young boy said.

crumbs along the path
The old man smiled,
‘You will, when you see her.’

— Atticus —

reap the whirlwind…


Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is dispatched – love for instance – we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next.

— Virginia Woolf —

reap the whirlwind 2

the wish you once were…

the wish you were

There is love.
There is love.
There is love.

though a million miles away…

the sun touches our very skinL

the sun touches our very skin.


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