translate loss the way this land does—
flood, earthquake, landslide—
terrible, and alive.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
The closeness of reality and the distance of myth, because if there is no distance you aren’t amazed, and if there is no closeness you aren’t moved.
Everyone is someone’s devil.
— Matthew Hicks, Memoirs of an Imaginary Friend
Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness.