Posts Tagged ‘remembering’

a story that is only half my own

between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes.  i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]

a story that is only half my own

between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes.  i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]

goodbye thirty eight

today is the last day of my 38th year, and as in past years, i’ve pulled together a list of 38 things that i’ve seen and done and learned over the past year: 1. said, “yes!” 2. said, “i do!” 3. visited vancouver.  not once, not twice, but three times.  it’s pretty okay. 4. received […]

a story that is only half my own

between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes.  i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading me south. and that is about as […]

the twenty-third of january

between the sacred and profane nobody hears me chant your name another year has gone again and i will never be the same i keep you close under my breath. it was one of those days that never really ends; there were no goodbyes.  i remember the fog and the ice and the road leading […]

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