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THREE WORDS: Crimson Brilliant Moon

From/for Nina I’ve always liked doing dishes by moonlight. I don’t turn off all the lights in the kitchen, of course, and rely just on the moon—well, that one time, but that was an unbelievable Harvest moon that gave almost

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THREE WORDS: Crimson Brilliant Moon

From/for Nina I’ve always liked doing dishes by moonlight. I don’t turn off all the lights in the kitchen, of course, and rely just on the moon—well, that one time, but that was an unbelievable Harvest moon that gave almost

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3 WORDS: Stoked Sunrise Ferocity

For/from Paola “You are such a buzz kill,” she said, pouting, frowning, pulling her lips into distorted shapes of anger—faked, but not. “Come on! I’m so stoked about it! Be excited for me!” “No,” I turned my back on the

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3 WORDS: Stoked Sunrise Ferocity

For/from Paola “You are such a buzz kill,” she said, pouting, frowning, pulling her lips into distorted shapes of anger—faked, but not. “Come on! I’m so stoked about it! Be excited for me!” “No,” I turned my back on the

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The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi

This was a present to me on my birthday from someone I love, and now I am thrilled to share it with you… The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi They say death of a swan, this beautiful

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The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi

This was a present to me on my birthday from someone I love, and now I am thrilled to share it with you… The Death of a Swan / Mehdi Hamidi Shirazi They say death of a swan, this beautiful

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3 WORDS: Peasant Cicada Pomegranate

For/from Lara Sometimes he can’t decide if he’s a Kurdish peasant or a Shirazi sheik when he’s with me, and he shifts between the two roles-personas in the space of a sentence—or a breath—a kiss. I love the peasant as

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3 WORDS: Peasant Cicada Pomegranate

For/from Lara Sometimes he can’t decide if he’s a Kurdish peasant or a Shirazi sheik when he’s with me, and he shifts between the two roles-personas in the space of a sentence—or a breath—a kiss. I love the peasant as

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3 WORDS: Piano River Feather

For/from Jenn (and all my girls with artists’ skewed priorities) “We are not moving a grand piano down to the river—are you insane?” I said. She laughed. “I am. We must. Don’t worry—we won’t move your piano…” “I should hope

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3 WORDS: Piano River Feather

For/from Jenn (and all my girls with artists’ skewed priorities) “We are not moving a grand piano down to the river—are you insane?” I said. She laughed. “I am. We must. Don’t worry—we won’t move your piano…” “I should hope

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My love has sent no letter

I am heart-sick, because… My love has sent no letter for a long time now…I´ve heard no salutations from him, no inquiries, not one word… I´ve written him a hundred times, But that hard’riding King Has sent no emissary back,

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My love has sent no letter

I am heart-sick, because… My love has sent no letter for a long time now…I´ve heard no salutations from him, no inquiries, not one word… I´ve written him a hundred times, But that hard’riding King Has sent no emissary back,

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Interrupting, active listening, smutty reads and chocolate as the solution to all of life’s ills

Him: Tell me. Me: No. Him: Come on. Tell me. Me: No. Every time I start to tell you something, you fucking interrupt me just as I’m about to get going and offer me your interpretation-expectation of what you thought

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Interrupting, active listening, smutty reads and chocolate as the solution to all of life’s ills

Him: Tell me. Me: No. Him: Come on. Tell me. Me: No. Every time I start to tell you something, you fucking interrupt me just as I’m about to get going and offer me your interpretation-expectation of what you thought

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3 WORDS: Cardamom Wool Knob

For/from Nicole (unedited transcript, as promised) The cardamom in her coffee was too strong, and these days, she would have thought there’d be no such thing. She added cardamom to everything. Coffee, of course, and tea. Steamed milk. Curries. Sometimes,

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3 WORDS: Cardamom Wool Knob

For/from Nicole (unedited transcript, as promised) The cardamom in her coffee was too strong, and these days, she would have thought there’d be no such thing. She added cardamom to everything. Coffee, of course, and tea. Steamed milk. Curries. Sometimes,

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Energized, terrified

The weekend of August 13-15, 2016, I attended the When Words Collide conference in Calgary—the 2017 dates are August 11-13, do mark your calendars—and I’m so energized and excited and full of plans, I’m terrified. You know the feeling?  

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Energized, terrified

The weekend of August 13-15, 2016, I attended the When Words Collide conference in Calgary—the 2017 dates are August 11-13, do mark your calendars—and I’m so energized and excited and full of plans, I’m terrified. You know the feeling?  

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Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair

Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

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Pablo Neruda’s Eleventh: I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair

Someone I love sent this to me earlier this week. And then I sent it to someone I love. And now, I give it to you: Love Sonnet XI / Pablo Neruda I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

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Rabindranath Tagore on what #memoir really is

“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or

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Rabindranath Tagore on what #memoir really is

“I do not know who has painted the pictures of my life imprinted on my memory. But whoever he is, he is an artist. He does not take up his brush simply to copy everything that happens; he retains or

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Life’s Dangerous Companions & Writing Days

Me: I’m alive. You: I don’t care. Me: You didn’t miss me, at all? You: No. What’s the word count? Me: Um. Well. Taking a bit of a break from making words and reading some. You: You know that’s procrastination,

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Life’s Dangerous Companions & Writing Days

Me: I’m alive. You: I don’t care. Me: You didn’t miss me, at all? You: No. What’s the word count? Me: Um. Well. Taking a bit of a break from making words and reading some. You: You know that’s procrastination,

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“Enchanted” love?

I am reading Eva Illouz’s Why Love Hurts ( Polity Press, 2012), a heavily researched, sociological academic polemic on the (macro-social) dysfunctions of modern love. An extended quote: “The elementary forms of “enchanted” love as a cultural prototype and a

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“Enchanted” love?

I am reading Eva Illouz’s Why Love Hurts ( Polity Press, 2012), a heavily researched, sociological academic polemic on the (macro-social) dysfunctions of modern love. An extended quote: “The elementary forms of “enchanted” love as a cultural prototype and a

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Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda

porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,

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Soneto XVII by Pablo Neruda

porque te amo mas que amo mi vida… Soneto XVII / Pablo Neruda No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio o flecha de claveles que propagan el fuego: te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente,

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“And how’s the work going?”

Just don’t ask, please don’t ask. I’m tired of whining about it. It’s awful. It sucks. I’m an impostor. A failure. And I know you’re tired to hearing about it, as tired as I am of talking about it. I

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“And how’s the work going?”

Just don’t ask, please don’t ask. I’m tired of whining about it. It’s awful. It sucks. I’m an impostor. A failure. And I know you’re tired to hearing about it, as tired as I am of talking about it. I

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I’d like to introduce you to Forough Farrokhzad

I’ve “met” a new Iranian poet. Her name is Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967). Listen: Find out more about here: Forough Farrokhzad & yes, she’s available in translation. I’m reading this one: Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. Favourite part from

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I’d like to introduce you to Forough Farrokhzad

I’ve “met” a new Iranian poet. Her name is Forough Farrokhzad (1935-1967). Listen: Find out more about here: Forough Farrokhzad & yes, she’s available in translation. I’m reading this one: Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad, translated by Sholeh Wolpe. Favourite part from

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Actually, sometimes you’ve just got to whine…

The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as

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Actually, sometimes you’ve just got to whine…

The (awful) stage of my work at the moment (will never finish) is really driving home (why am I bothering) that time (useless, pointless, garbage, crap) does not (and yet here I am) heal all wounds (and this sure as

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Simone Weil on how to make use of pain and suffering

  The way to make use of physical pain. When suffering no matter what degree of pain, when almost the entire soul is inwardly crying “Make it stop, I can bear no more,” a part of the soul, even though

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Simone Weil on how to make use of pain and suffering

  The way to make use of physical pain. When suffering no matter what degree of pain, when almost the entire soul is inwardly crying “Make it stop, I can bear no more,” a part of the soul, even though

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Friends don’t let writers whine; they make them write…

Tough love, baby, right? Sometimes, we all need tough love. A sampling of mine:   Unadvice: When you’re in that place where you have the time and space to write–you planned to write–but the words aren’t coming because… trauma-drama-self-pity-tired–making yourself

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Friends don’t let writers whine; they make them write…

Tough love, baby, right? Sometimes, we all need tough love. A sampling of mine:   Unadvice: When you’re in that place where you have the time and space to write–you planned to write–but the words aren’t coming because… trauma-drama-self-pity-tired–making yourself

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Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon

Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,

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Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet XII: Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon

Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars,