postcards from split

This woman is so amazing to be around that I will take any chance to hang out with her. And so, with her being in Europe for a couple of weeks and at a loose end for some of the time, we arranged to meet in Split a couple of weekends ago. We drank wine […]

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not something, but nothing

I’m calling you because I could really use a friend. (Yet I don’t call, and we don’t speak.) Was my¬†invitation lost in the mail? Is this an intentional bruising with silence? This – not the first time – caught in a tangle of loss and longing; trapped in the hollows where shadows surround me. I […]

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