Me too, Stephen, me too!

Because a kiss is just a kiss.

We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. 
"Joyas Volardores" — Brian Doyle

We open windows to each but we live alone in the house of the heart. Perhaps we must. Perhaps we could not bear to be so naked, for fear of a constantly harrowed heart. 

"Joyas Volardores" — Brian Doyle

The Neurobiology of Writing 

The Neurobiology of Writing 

There’s a man I’ve thought of many hours …

and
3
a.m.
tonight
he
sleeps
somewhere
and
though
I
no
longer
hope
to
keep
him
near
or
to
kiss
his
grave
face
or
drink
his
sigh

I
don’t
mind
thinking
of
his
closed
eyes
or
of
his
mouth
parted
and
how
my
own
once
rested
there
full-hearted 

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Susan Minot, “Lust”

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Susan Minot, “Lust”

Story of my life.

Story of my life.