Ocean’s lesson

Taylor Grace

We lost River about a month and a bit ago. I didn’t post about it because, at first, it was simply too painful. Then, I didn’t want to post because this blog is about positive things. Now, finally, I think I have turned a corner.

And it’s all thanks to Ocean.

I came home from the vets that day, wrung out and still crying. Saying goodbye to River was awful, just god-awful. It tore my heart into pieces and I cried inconsolably for hours at the vets. I couldn’t see past my pain.

I opened the back door to let Ocean in mentally preparing myself for her reaction to the loss.

Ocean bounced into the house like a spring lamb. She bounced as if she had springs on her feet. She pounced on her toy and proceeded to throw it in the air, bouncing around the furniture with sheer joy.

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DOUBLY SO

Erotic poetry

DOUBLY SO

words:
last thing love
needs; last thing
passion requires

so, in this instance, bear
with me
I am going to consider
every word here might
serve as a kiss

and hopefully
you will indeed
find some of these
word kisses
best at both
their arts

even that if not
individually, but
as a collective

they will prove
most apt, decidedly intimate,

find
your path
of least resistance

amongst them that word,
that special, special word

able to
convert to my cause
win
you over

find that resonance
deep
inside you

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Đinh Trường Chinh | tháng , năm – month , year (38)

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uống hết tháng uống hết ngày niềm vui cùng nỗi buồn này cứ tan uống giọt lệ lẫn tiếng cười uống cái không uống chút lười tháng năm mùa đông rơi xuống căn phòng rơi trên giấc ngủ chưa xong một đời .

by Đinh Trường Chinh, translated by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

drinking the day

drinking the month

the joy and sadness

dissolving

consuming

the tears together

with the laughter

consuming nothing

consuming that bit of sloth

the month

the year

into the room

winter falling upon sleep

yet

a lifetime


uống hết tháng
uống hết ngày
niềm vui cùng nỗi buồn này
cứ tan

uống
giọt lệ lẫn
tiếng cười
uống cái không
uống chút lười
tháng
năm

mùa đông rơi xuống căn phòng
rơi trên giấc ngủ
chưa xong
một đời .

via tháng , năm — đinh trường chinh // notes

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Malcontent

Tea & Transparency

Force yourself –

do not think.

You are the pen,

your blood, the ink.

Fantasise –

another life not lived.

Are you happy with

‘carry on and improvise’?

Breathe.

One, two, three.

Leave your problems

at the city lights.

Relax and drink it in –

the air, the electricity, the world

you’ve found yourself in.

Take a bow –

blush from cheek to cheek.

Curtsey and disallow

the bleak critique,

of ‘maybe, you are just weak’.


Image by Natálie Šteyerová from Pixabay

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