Grief is love expressed in tears.
prose
Intentionally blank
We can’t really say anything about anything anymore without first washing it down to meaninglessness.
Enthus¡asm
Be the dot on the exclamation point of life!
Unveiled
Much poetry happens in the silence
June — boom!
In Phoenix, summer is a heat bomb that explodes in late June.
Forever lit with the soul of another
Immediate grief is a falling to the knees, a bleeding of the heart, a blow to the soul. Ongoing grief is a getting up; a call to move on; a healing and strengthening; a melding of soul with sorrow, with loss, with life; a transforming of self to renewed being, rebuilt with the leavings of another.
Flustered
My heart beat so hard when I was near him, I feared he could hear my secret longing for him.
journal, age fourteen
Vital correspondences
“Now this may sound nonsense, but that is merely because we are fools. There is an eternal vital correspondence between our blood and the sun: there is an eternal vital correspondence between our nerves and
—D. H. Lawrence (1885–1930), Apocalypse, 1931
Check it out
Knowledge lives at the library, and the nice people there always let us take some home.
Heart success
Heart pumps blood — and love, passion, hurt, joy, faith.
Living in clover
“What a miserable thing life is: you’re living in clover, only the clover isn’t
—Bertolt Brecht, Jungle of Cities, 1923, translated by
The life of every man
“The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to
—J. M. Barrie, The Little Minister, 1891
Eternally
New beginnings happen every day.