Musings Across Time
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33.
Today is my birthday. I’m 33. The year of flowers while we’re here. Each moment is not given, and yet we, each of us, find a way from one to the next, not all of us, and that’s what makes all of this precious and undoubtedly short, measured in the ways we see fit. I’ve…
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Audacity
In the end, I hope there’s no kicking or screaming. Hope it finds me the way I came into this life: a low humming on the precipice of the arena, the pictures of my life flashing intermittently, lodging themselves deeply in my psyche to be lived some other time. Familiar in a dozen tattered, gleaming…
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I don’t know
Don’t need to know. Don’t need to be so consumed with information that I forget to tell you I love you. Life is short, they say, and they’re right. In the grand scheme of things, our time here is brief. Time here is made up of passing days thinking about what we should have done…
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inspired by a tweet
Like most people who have Twitter, I find myself scrolling quite aimlessly sometimes, thumbs moving from the bottom of my screen to the top and back to the bottom again, only diverting this rhythm to tap the heart or cycle icon. Most of the time (at least this year), there’s a(n) (un)healthy amount of doom…
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Love, Robbie
A short letter to every relationship, romantic or otherwise, that ended as I was trying to forgive myself. To you: This house we built with all of its gardens and cobwebs we no longer knew how to tend to is haunted. The shutters we painted are dry and cracking under the incessant sun. The flowers…
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Four years later
To Yia Yia, I keep a small jar, once strawberry preserves and now keepsake container full of lost buttons, on my desk that sat in your sewing machine drawer for years. If you were still around, I’m sure you wouldn’t even have noticed that they were gone. You’d find them one day amidst my mess…
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Thirty.
I’ve been thinking about the last decade of my life. On the verge of thirty and I don’t fully know who I am or where I’m supposed to be going or what I’m supposed to be doing. When I was on the verge of my twenties, I was filled to the brim with ideas of…
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Here and Now
Sometimes a moment changes everything. At the end of March when so much of this ever-spinning world felt unknown and out of order, before the disruption of everything we used to know, I put together a virtual poetry night. There was a note posted about when and where, and if people wanted to come listen…
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On friendship (p. ii)
There are some things that I inevitably have to learn the hard way. Friendship is a tired door always moving and I am the hinges which is to say I am always at a point opening and closing. Too prideful to move, too stubborn to accept anything less than extraordinary, transformative, move-me-to-tears kind of friendship.…
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Show up
“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.” -Azar Nafisi, “Reading Lolita in Tehran” Today feels like hot coffee and…
R. Francis Williford 