Cleave

The first time somebody breaks your heart. Not just the pulls and strain that muscle endures – but this. A tear. Right through. (The first time you understand what people can really do, this history of holocausts and butchery they teach at school – you remember the foundation shake, the devastation. Nothing – or lifeContinue reading “Cleave”

You and I both loved

“Cause you and I both loved What you and I spoke of And others just read of Others only read of the love, the love that I love.”  The economic beauty of a song lyric. The last line of a poem. The way it hits – da-DUM! – that heart thud reveal. It’s why weContinue reading “You and I both loved”