I woke this morning remembering the room we had in Paris which looked out on the Seine.
I forgive you for being beautiful and generous and wise.
I forgive you, to put it simply, for being alive, and pardon you, in short, for being you.
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.
By coming to recognise the degree to which overlapping and different narratives shape our expectations in love, we can avoid some of the worst outcomes.
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
You may remember my father
died when I was eight
my mother closed up
the house and we went to stay
with my grandmother for a few months
All morning I groom you with tiny lovenames.
I am a cat, you are my kitten, cowlicked
Most Hebrew Schools cut the Song of Songs
out of the classrooms.
I would have liked to learn how thighs can be of gold
A touching portrait of a young boy who falls in love with his babysitter.
what i have asked, Lord, you have granted
thank you for the days
for the rays
that fall slanted
across the face
. You know my love will follow you As the years go passing by Give you all that I own That’s one thing you can’t deny… . “As the Years … Continue reading
. In this performance from The Moth, a young astrophysicist tells a story about an improbable love affair and its parallels with her research into black holes and finite mathematics. … Continue reading