June 2012
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The Password | Linda Pastan
It is simply a question of syllables, a word
the smallest child may know.
But when I say it the sentry in you smiles,
and all the doors fly open on their winged hinges.
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A Series of Unfortunate Events Dedications
The Bad Beginning: "To Beatrice- darling, dearest, dead."
The Reptile Room: "For Beatrice- My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not."
The Wide Window: "For Beatrice –I would much prefer it if you were alive and well."
The Miserable Mill: "To Beatrice –My love flew like a butterfly until death swooped down like a bat. As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said, 'That's the end of that.'"
The Austere Academy: "For Beatrice –You will always be in my heart, in my mind, and in your grave."
The Ersatz Elevator: "For Beatrice –When we met my life began, soon afterward, yours ended."
The Vile Village: "For Beatrice –When we were together I felt breathless. Now you are."
The Hostile Hospital: "For Beatrice –Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder."
The Carnivorous Carnival: "For Beatrice –Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours."
The Slippery Slope: "For Beatrice –When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now I am pretty lonely."
The Grim Grotto: "For Beatrice –Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down."
The Penultimate Peril: "For Beatrice -No one could extinguish my love, or your house."
The End: "For Beatrice -I cherished, you perished. The world's been nightmarished."
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Despite the Splinters in my Heart, I Still Love |...
I love like the moon can wash me anew, like the tide can take me away. I love like the sun will kiss my skin golden and confuse my eyes until I see everything with cheer. I still love, despite the daggers slashed at my heart, despite the splinters left from the time you stabbed me with glass.
I love like heaven is filled with my friends, and hell is empty. I love like kisses given away aplenty. I...
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May →
Your room felt different even though it had only been two days since I left. The middle shelf in your closet was still empty; it was the shelf where my clothes used to be. You pulled out piles of your shirts to make room for me, and I remember how you made room for me everywhere. My books were bedfellows to your guitar gear. You pinned my baby picture to your wall. My shoes fell in line with your...
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343/ Traffic →
There are moments in your car when you are oblivious to disagreements. The air is heavy with contempt and rain clouds will soon ravage the city.
And yet there you are, humming along to shuffled songs, hands poised in percussion, the steering wheel a makeshift drum machine. This is a slow-moving boulevard and the window and I have become best friends made to endure silence.
I’m wiping away tears...
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May 2012
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for women who are difficult to love | Warsan Shire
you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning house says you are blinding him that he could never leave you forget you want anything but you you dizzy him, you are unbearable every woman before or after you is doused in your name you fill his mouth his teeth ache with memory of taste his body just a long shadow seeking yours but you are...
