It's so hard to let go. So much easier to cling on And on and on and on. Letting go takes blind faith; Clinging on takes nothing. It's so easy But so addictive, seductive, palliative. So easy to top up your wine glass, Look at old photos, Read old diaries, messages, Memories. The narcosia of [...]
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You Asked me How I Loved you
Love, Thanksgiving and Dungeons

In case any of you are suffering from a touch of post-Thanksgiving blues, why don’t you come and join me here – in thought and memory at least, if not in person. I remember a very special Thursday in November, all of twenty-one years ago. My Philosopher-lover and I had been invited to an American [...]