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In the dark…

    The vibration of the cellphone in her purse had gotten her attention as she was walking down the subway station stairs. Where are you? She simply turned it off. There was the temptation to write back something snippy like that saying she had seen online… “Don’t push me away and then wonder where…… Continue reading In the dark…

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In your last letter to me…

  Blank. Drawing a blank. She would have laughed aloud, if that expression didn’t irritate her more, than not being able to write one solitary word, before tossing the paper in the air, or on the floor, or just crumpling it up in anger. “There! That’s it for me. I can’t take anymore!” Writer’s  block.…… Continue reading In your last letter to me…

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To say…

  Two words on my lips, in my mind when I awoke just now, That is to say, that someone, walking along a shore, seen bending down looking into the water, and smiling   The surface, a smooth glistening layer of glass, where beneath lies love’s turmoil, boiling The desire of wanting to run my…… Continue reading To say…

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Thoughts…

  What did you just say? I thought I heard, you utter a word or two, but then I fell asleep, not having the option of remaining in your presence, before I succumbed to the need for rest of mind, that troubled me so, the thoughts of late, of why and when, and how much…… Continue reading Thoughts…

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Wandering afoot…

  My path is not uncertain, though you might think so if you chose the paths that I did I told my feet where they needed to go, and try as they would to avoid the pitfalls and contours of my uncertainty, they heeded my wishes and continued on my quest. The blackness of the…… Continue reading Wandering afoot…

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Trouble…

  The wind was blowing strongly in the backstreet, whistling through the old windows’ cracks…  But her flat was an oasis in the winter’s cold,  and she knew it. Hundreds of times, she had imagined walking up the stairs, followed by his footsteps, wondering what would happen if she managed to lure him in her…… Continue reading Trouble…

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The key over the door…

“Come on by, whenever”. She used to say. She had an old wood frame house on the edge of town, which looked old. Older, if she wasn’t there, and needing a good coat of paint. There was a rocking chair on the porch, weathered boards, needing paint, but only when she wasn’t there. I used…… Continue reading The key over the door…