Tag Archives: The One Who Endures

Dear One Who Endures, I appreciate that you have decided to swear off sex since last night. I know the olives may have been a bit too much. But I promise if you just come back, and promise to have … Continue reading →

I never wanted to be ordinary. I wanted to be the exception, the one who made the rules irrelevant. I have found one person who understands the world I occupy, this world of good and evil, of outrageous luck and cinematic … Continue reading →

In the languor that follows the things we do, I was lying down, happy and disheveled, disheveled in the extreme, and I had a semi-dream that he was wrapping me up in white comforters and then carrying me someplace, someplace … Continue reading →

I find myself in a strange situation. I am drawing and making other kinds of art like no other time in my life. Hours vanish into collages and paintings and, most frequently, sketches. The art seems to absorb all my … Continue reading →

[For the one who endures, of course.] When I get home {from London; from New York; from shopping; from the office; } I will drop my things in the nearest chair. {my purse; my jacket; my gym bag; my keys; … Continue reading →

[For the one who endures] Onions’s Etymologies says memory is related to mourning, but I contradict that. I do not grieve in the past. I am happy to remember 1997, when you moved so slowly because you were happy – … Continue reading →

[For The One Who Endures] It does no good to try not to think. Thoughts wander in starburst patterns or circles. They go off on long wild drives down lonesome bayou roads, lifting like Vs of geese into wild fluttering … Continue reading →