she likes to talk with strangers
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’ was celibate for a year. didn’t touch anybody. couldn’t eat lamb either … or chicken hearts. you know, the organs and all.
he gave up drinking - didn’t go out at night. he gave up smoking weed too. “that was the hardest. i used to smoke quite a bit,” he says smiling w a twinkle of the truth in his eyes.
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Harlem
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _. _ _ _ _ _. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ . And I am turned OFF completely.
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(he’s been stabbed, and shot, and rescued.) 9/11. all of it.
“there’s still love.
there’s still humanity.
that’s what Jesus teaches you.”
- R
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can i get to your number? i’d like to get to know you better.
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she hardly ever cries.
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photo by: Henry Little ‘Hank’ Wall
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i’m remembering Greece, winding up the mountains with the windows down, listening to Bob Marley and counting roadside shrines.
remember when we stopped in that town just before daybreak and wandered up to the church? it was locked but someone noticed us trying to get in. He didn’t speak English + we didn’t speak Greek, but it was clear he wanted us to follow him, he had something to offer. So, we followed him down through the village, taking lefts and rights on streets too narrow for cars. Day was just breaking. street dogs were out.
The man greeted an old widow coming out of her house. He gestured to us and she bowed slightly, smiling. He said something in Greek and extended his hand for shakes, then he headed down the road. She smiled and started walking, telling to follow.
We caught each other’s eyes and grinned wide, entertained.
Up, we went up again - through different streets. Up, up, up. The roof of the tiny church was now covered in honey light, warming up. She pulled out a set of big, heavy keys from her skirt pocket. They were the old.
It took all her strength to turn the lock and push the door wide open. She stood back, stood back, watching us with bright eyes.
The place was deep shadow and warm, colored light. No electricity. The smell of frankincense worn into the stone floors. Dirt on the floors.
She must have said, “Take your time. Enjoy.”
We stayed there for awhile, looking up at the scratched off faces of Apostles and Saints. I knew you were happy. I was too.
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I closed my eyes and prayed.
The places we can’t imagine are the places we’re always taken to.
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now, listen. i ain’t got time for mumbo-jumbo. give it to me straight.
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(lean in and look her in the eyes)
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people often wonder if they’re lovers, but they’re just friends.
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was it a dream? or did it really happen? i’m pretty sure it did.
sunlight through the trees and on to the gravel, right next to the lake. barefoot, walking slow. i closed my eyes to listen to the breeze. kept walking.
i stopped in my tracks. couldn’t go any further, listened to the breeze. i opened up my eyes, looked down and there she was. little snake right at my toes.
i jumped back far enough. she took off fast. waited a minute and i kept walking, looking down a few steps ahead.
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girl (found photo)
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