Tag Archives: Longing

Variations on a theme: Away

Posted on January 6, 2013 by elisabethwithaness

Quite possibly we came together, he and I, not just for Leonard Cohen, not just for assumption-shattering sex, not just for conversations, hands on the back, and whispers in the dark, all of which have made me magnificently bigger. Quite … Continue reading →

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Stallion

Posted on November 19, 2012 by elisabethwithaness

Sometimes gazing out into the universe —at a night sky, say— takes me in and in and in, just as looking in on the world of dreams and thoughts, takes me infinitely out. Oh Longing, my life feels too tight … Continue reading →

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