Tag Archives: Love

Happy ending

That’s what YOU call a happy ending: you plundered our joint bank account, maxed out our credit cards and ran off with the Austrian masseur who looks like Arnold reborn and is twenty-eight years younger than you. While I’m home … Continue reading

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At a Roman bar, Tuesday morning

Hair washed and combed today, new shirt and pants, first time since Anna left. But still that downcast hostile glare at the world, caffè corretto and not a word except for ciao grazie. – James Steerforth (© 2014) 33 words … Continue reading

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Fair Emily speaks her mind

Oh Emily, I’d love to be Down by the sea with you Having tea with you – John Cale, Emily “I must admit I am a little confused, Edward.” “Confused?” “Yes. In your previous correspondence you called me your earthy … Continue reading

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The phantom of love

I cling to that soft murmur, the murmur in my heart, reverberation of your words I cling to your decision taken I cling to your words They say what’s in your heart That’s what you say I cling to that … Continue reading

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The rope torn

The rope has been torn; a knot Can tie it again, but It’s been torn. Perhaps we’ll meet again, but You won’t find me In the place where we parted ways. – Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) English translation by Johannes Beilharz … Continue reading

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The picture of my heart

This heart often beats for the world it is in love with … Continue reading

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This place

I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together. (Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s) This place that I’d be looking for – now that I’ve come into some money, enough, … Continue reading

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