This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by urban transit poetry, wild shrews, doing beautiful things, a multiplicity of stories, love, and Maeve Binchy:
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Always write as if you are talking to someone. It works. Don't put on any fancy phrases or accents or things you wouldn't say in real life.
— Maeve Binchy
but for a moment
i found home
in the snow
in the static
in the love
for my brother
To you wild shrews, you "impossible highways" and "burning houses," you women that are "so [damn] difficult to love," — you too deserve safety, justice, partnerships and this is my ode to you.
It is so fleeting, the time we have to be pretty. We have our whole lives, though, we have countless opportunities, to do something beautiful.
Even stories lose their boundaries. I need to be here, all skin and beard and elevator heart, where everything happens at once: the people we've been and the people we're becoming creating a weird physics, time bending us toward each other, nine million stories bumping into the night, each of us calling the others home.
Men rise and fall like winter wheat…
a wise man said
and I have seen them there
and scattered the ashes
of loved ones on mountain tops
held their pieces
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