[found pinned to a window frame, blitzed house, London, 1942]. FOR THE ATTENTION OF PETER PAN. My dearest, darling, Peter, I hope that you never read this. I sincerely hope that this never becomes imp… more →
Our Lives Apartourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: [found pinned to a window frame, blitzed house, London, 1942]. FOR THE ATTENTION OF PETER PAN. My de … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: (For Mom) It’s funny how a little thing can bring it rushing back. When I was a little girl, somebod … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: There was a face frozen in the ice, a young boy or girl. She couldn’t tell. In Ireland, where she wa … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: In the abbey, she wore white. She was pure and her heart was far away and getting further. “No … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: The city is her cradle, is her hunting ground, is the ratta-tatta rhythm of her steadily beating hea … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: In the Fall, the leaves in the cemetery change and some idiot’s been by with roses again, stem … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: In the end, They pinned the stars to his dark suit, in the shape of his lyre. And so, goodbye. I am … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: …in other words… The hell of loving other people is not enough to stop us. … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: She came to love England. It was so different from the place where she’d been born, better and worse … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: I was a star in the earth, and he was soil, and I was soil too, and we fell apart into each other, a … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: Beautiful* ___ * Part bird, part god, what was anybody expecting of her, anyway? Born to spark, and … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: “Ex-junkie gun loving novelist, pensive in a black bow-tie gazes at his clasped hands. He looks like … more →
ourlivesapart wrote 1 year ago: The noise comes back first. The noise, the appalling noise, wood splintering, cannon firing, men scr … more →