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For Your Child In My Hands…

You are the bringer of rain for the dead. The hider of my secrets and the tears I shed. For all is love and love equals hate, I shall not perish ‘till you meet my fate. Desire to anguish and … Continue reading

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Lessons Part VII

It were little things, but slowly, steadily, I felt how I changed. Little things, the way I stood, spoke, dressed and even the way I held a glass. He was never angry with me, but he had a certain authority … Continue reading

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Lessons Part VI

As if my little question about where he lived had stirred something, we started meeting in other places than just the library. We “went public”, and I saw people I knew watch us, and I knew questions would follow… but … Continue reading

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Lessons Part III

We knew each other for approximately four weeks, in which we had spent quite some time together, when he asked a very unusual question. He never asked me questions unless they considered my language skills, so the occasion alone had … Continue reading

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Lessons Part II

When he started teaching me his language, I didn’t even know his name. We never made appointments, we never set hours or targets. It was casual, pleasantly without obligation. I went to the library every day, knowing I would find … Continue reading

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Of you and me and the ground on which we stood: a poem

My person is the person of others, personified evil for you and the saline taste of life’s water for me. Erasing the words your voice has etched in my skin is not to my desire. Rather I would have your … Continue reading

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On Opportunism and Altruism…

I am an opportunist. And I am not ashamed of it. Opportunism can be found in the dictionary as the taking of opportunities as and when they arise, regardless of planning or principle, and that is exactly what I do. I have been accused of mis-and abusing people, things … Continue reading

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Movie Quote #1: How I have loved…

I don’t know which movie this comes from… But it is oh so true. 

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Pill Art: Beverly Fishman’s Installations

Pill-related artwork… Me loves. Beverly Fishman has many different installations based on or featuring pills… But my favorites are the ones that feature large glass pills in bright colors put together randomly in interesting installations… Her installation “Pill Spill” can … Continue reading

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What my mother read to me… Lit Quotes from The Chosen

Today my mother read a story to me. Well, part of a story, at last. She read it to me once before, the time I had written a harsh critic on the norms and values of our society. Now it … Continue reading

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