Marie Anzalone's Blog, page 18

July 2, 2017

The Cure for Melancholy

Blame it on heartbreak,yousaid. On the uttermadnessof sheer loneliness,onhaving your true love so faraway yet so close forsolong. On walking throughtheworld with your soul exposed.Or blame it on thewayinhibitions melt likesugarin the rain, af..
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Published on July 02, 2017 04:56

June 28, 2017

Silence Part 4: Ordinary Magic

for the one who let her go
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Published on June 28, 2017 05:11

June 22, 2017

After the Rain

After the rain everything breathes outin relief- the ground, the trees, you; you because your home is still intact, they for what the rain does to the despairof drought. There is an afterglow wherethe afternoon sun paints wet surfaceswith a brush dipped in amber, a sense of grace. All..
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Published on June 22, 2017 04:53

June 15, 2017

Silence Part 3: The Weight of Pure Moonlight

In every world spirituality, the pathto confront one’s own God, one’sown soul, one’s own calling- that path is a rich tonal tapestry whose warp and weft are woven of silenceand contemplation.  We travel and move, not to change our location s..
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Published on June 15, 2017 04:57

June 12, 2017

Silence Part 2: The Range of Human Hearing

Humans,they say, need 2 hours of silenceeachday, for necessary reflection, forsettingright what is presented wrongly. Theinterior landscape ofany woman is no different-hersecrets show themselves as shydesertcreatures in a worldofcanyons and du..
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Published on June 12, 2017 04:56

June 7, 2017

Silence Part 1: Half of all Available Space

Today,she will have gone on beinga tetrahedronin a world of circles.Rightnow, she is folding the dayintothirds, making a kimono, serving teaandsearching for the right phrasesintwo languages.  Itis certain that she got a little lostandscared to..
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Published on June 07, 2017 04:57

May 16, 2017

The Art of Transcendence

Itis the art of knowing that nobody reads your words-andwriting them, anyway, because to not writeisto die 10,000 deaths instead of just one, in thosesmallways that could never be measured solely in terms oflost hours.  Itis about almost dying of what you..
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Published on May 16, 2017 05:07

May 2, 2017

Reflection on a Crescent Moon in Mexico

Theytell me, don’t see her asa sliver of God’s fingernailinthe sky, but rather see herina child’s drawing of God’s fingernail inan unexpected place- empty housing lotsandthat first love note you wroteatage 8 to the girl with the prett..
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Published on May 02, 2017 05:43

April 21, 2017

el Indicado

"Indicado" has no direct translation in English; can be read roughly as "The [chosen] One"
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Published on April 21, 2017 04:54

April 15, 2017

human element

Tonight, I pray. I am not a praying person.I believe in plate tectonics,that evolutionary advantage andadaptation are real; the distance between stars and that some movetowards and others, away,from us. I believe we are our brother’s keeper, that some failure can be measure..
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Published on April 15, 2017 04:59