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What is Love?

What is Love?

It’s the silly little things that come back to me. There is nothing silly about sickness. But maybe it’s being sick that makes so much of my life seem silly now. For example, I bought at least a dozen beautiful bras at Boston Store’s closeout sale. I was always...
Waiting for the Call (Back)

Waiting for the Call (Back)

I received my answer. Regarding the Callback. Three times I had been asked to audition, had said no, and received the callback to audition anyway with the location and appointed time to be there. I had only one impromptu conversation with the producer. And then she...
When the Cloud Lifts

When the Cloud Lifts

Morning arrives earlier than in days past. I wake in the dark long before daylight, somewhere between midnight and daybreak which suits my disposition. Admittedly, I’m passing through the dark, but heading toward dawn. When the cloud settles upon you, stay put, the...
The Callback

The Callback

I want to hold on to this day, the hours within it, the moments as they unfold, reminding me of days spent in the golden wheat fields of my childhood. I would lie in tall grass, my face up to a ceiling of amorphous clouds, white against blue, transparent and opaque,...
Good Evening

Good Evening

The black ice, treacherous beneath a blackening sky. Bitter wind seeps through chimney bricks. Your presence is so soothing to me, I say, breaking the silence. What? Just having me around? Mmm, just the sound of your puttering. This is not puttering. What would you...
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