Every line captures a pearl to create a necklace that sparkles with radiance reflecting a moment in life most miss but can walk with your words on a beach and hear your voice in the tidal pull of waves that tug to fill in the sand of footprints that once walked in times gone bye. Happy Valentine’s Day.
101. The stranger who asks my name & tells me I’m great simply because I took a moment to look him in the eyes and serve him his coke & burger with kindness
102. The first spoonful of ice cream after letting it melt a little bit
103. Your soul breathing a deep, deep sigh of bliss, late at night when you feel their arms around you, their chest rising & falling softly under your cheek, their chin resting softly on the top of your head, the mattress soft underneath of you both. “HOME,” it proclaims, the feeling of safety resonating into your bones.
Spectacular gifts on your doorstep. It's a little late, but would you be my Valentine?
BTW I once played the role of Gooper in a production of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Tennessee Williams describes Big Daddy's M.D. as, "All hock and no spit." I like to think my poems are dripping with spit.
"how every night you pretend to not exist in your little bed until you start telling yourself stories"
and all the rest—in no particular order—just love them.
Plus one (from me): the letters from strange humans that speak to your heart.
Are there 100 ways to say thank you? I don't know. I'll just say it 100 times.
i think that staying awake, remaining alive and in praise of one hundred things every day is thanks in itself. thank you.
I love them all. What a generous thing you've given.
and how generous of you to stay alive to them, every day. thank you <3
i am only four in and i had to stop. i have to save them. i can have one hundred days with these now. thank you. thank you.
you can have one hundred lives, too. thank you, little voice.
I always know when I'm reading Ars I'm about to fall a little bit more in love with my life.
and to think that it loves you beyond your wildest imaginings, too.
Happy Valentine's Day Ars. I don't know who you are outside of these letters but I really hope someone out there wrote you something too.
thank you, little voice.
Every one of these, every single one
Thank You!
thank you for being awake. <3
#29 is especially true and it is a splendid moment, indeed, each time someone learns it.
Every line captures a pearl to create a necklace that sparkles with radiance reflecting a moment in life most miss but can walk with your words on a beach and hear your voice in the tidal pull of waves that tug to fill in the sand of footprints that once walked in times gone bye. Happy Valentine’s Day.
happy valentine's day, little voice. i hope you can roll about that necklace in your pocket for a long, long time.
Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️
and thank you. <3
So much to love!!
So very beautiful. I’m feeling your and they’re feeding me. Thank you for sharing all this love with us. ♥️
thank you for being so alive to it. <3
‘I’m feeling your words…’ above. ♥️
Thank you for reminding me of all of these moments ✨
thank you for being awake, alive, listening.
Oh, thank you for this beauty!❤️
thank you for your little ear today. <3
Thank you, is all. 🤎
thank you. is more than all <3
Every
101. The stranger who asks my name & tells me I’m great simply because I took a moment to look him in the eyes and serve him his coke & burger with kindness
102. The first spoonful of ice cream after letting it melt a little bit
103. Your soul breathing a deep, deep sigh of bliss, late at night when you feel their arms around you, their chest rising & falling softly under your cheek, their chin resting softly on the top of your head, the mattress soft underneath of you both. “HOME,” it proclaims, the feeling of safety resonating into your bones.
Spectacular gifts on your doorstep. It's a little late, but would you be my Valentine?
BTW I once played the role of Gooper in a production of "Cat on a Hot Tin Roof." Tennessee Williams describes Big Daddy's M.D. as, "All hock and no spit." I like to think my poems are dripping with spit.