Dilemmas of the Angels: Flight Before the angel there was something else— not this coffee shop next to a drug rehabilitation center filled with war veterans of the past, men and women strapped to their chairs, birds straining to rise from piles of feathers, bones, and blood. Drenched in sweat and a little shaky from… Continue reading David Romtvedt
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously…but I am more preoccupied with loving. — Anaïs Nin, Henry and June: From “A Journal of Love”–The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin. (Harvest Books; 1 edition October 29, 1990) Originally published 1986.
So this is love. So this is entropy. I’ll break every bone in my feet running toward the shiny gate of it. The whole damn sky holds its breath. — Stevie Edwards, from “Offering,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press, March 17, 2015)
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them. — Jack Kerouac
You have my permission not to love me; I am a cathedral of deadbolts and I’d rather burn myself down than change the locks. — Rachel McKibbens, from “Letter From My Brain to My Heart,” Pink Elephants. (Cypher Books, December 1, 2009)
We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine. — Eduardo Galeano
Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter In a red mailbox. — Nizar Qabbani, “Every Time I Kiss You,” Arabic Poetry: http://www.adab.com/en Modern Arabic Poetry >> Nizar Qabbani. Poem No.: 336.