Echoes of the Heart, No. 6 The Echo of Your Absence The Lingering Note of Absence The simple words we reach for “I miss you,”
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Twenty years ago on a pleasant summer day, I rode the Muni to Ocean Beach. The train car was crowded, as I recall, filled with
more loveHow can it be How can it be that someone like me that me
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While Kai is practicing for a 10K marathon, I am deep-cleaning the bedroom because he complained the dust triggered his allergies and interfered with training.
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I don’t know if love is supposed to ache like this, a bruise that glows instead of fades, a hunger that doesn’t starve me— just
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I can’t tell you if I want to fall in love with one person. That information has not been disclosed to me. I once thought
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If you decide this story is incoherent, I want the world to know I have a constellation of three freckles under my wrist from when
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“I’m sorry,” Yuki whispered with a grimace. “I only see you as a friend.” Those two sentences were branded on all the grooves of Angel’s
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I told you I wasn’t easy, and you laughed. Tea in coffee shops, a free concert in the park. When we walked your setter, I
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Deep — deep in the attic of my heart, I stumbled across an old love letter, honey-faded, like a memoir of Moroccan sand, a little
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the soil, i heard someone say, to keep growing the garden we need to break up the soil together, to press our palms into the
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On the pillow, a trace of perfume. On the sheet, a pool of desire. On their cloud, theirs alone, no getting up, no going home.
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Michael felt that his best chemistry was with the friends of the soil. Pruning his Jasmine was the most affection he had given anything all
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