I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees


Thought I’d bring this one back for today…

Originally posted on Mafa's World:


Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were…

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Those Days

Those days when you feel like you have to fight with all of your might to stay afloat and keep your head above water.

Those days when you know that if you give in to the weight you will literally drown in darkness.

Those days when you question if everyone was in fact meant to be happy or if some of us were destined to have a sad existence simply for equilibrium.

Those days when all you want to do is crawl into your own skin where no one can see you or ask or expect anything of you because what you give of yourself is clearly not enough.

Those days when you ask yourself ‘Are you enough?’

Those days when everyone and everything around you keeps moving but you are at a stand still.

Those days when simply being upright and walking and speaking and smiling on cue are the most draining things you have to do.

Those days when you feel like no one understands, no one gets it…no one gets you.

Those days when you resent everyone for them thinking they know better than you what’s best for YOU.

Those days when you avoid your reflection at all costs.

Those days when you struggle to find all the right reasons to keep going.

Those days when you feel lonely and it just feels like home.

Those days…



I withdrew myself from commenting and posting on Facebook for the last couple of months, as I had to attend to other matters and had the feeling I started to have to keep repeating myself, atrocity after atrocity. I felt I reached a limit to how much one can point out the hypocrisy and ignorance behind all the injustice and hatred every day.

But after last week, when more than 1.100 men, women and children drowned to death in the Mediterranean Sea as they tried to reach a continent that didn’t want them and put everything in its place to keep them away, to keep them from leaving the hell the rulers of this continent has helped create in the rest of the world, and as I read the responses and the utter lack of sympathy, something snapped in me. Especially because my own grandparents came to this continent once by boat, as they were unrooted from their own homeland, but had the fortune to arrive here safely.

I had been staring at this picture for hours, but couldn’t find the words yesterday, until I read these somewhere else this morning: This is her. One of those looking for fortune. Stepped on a boat to steal all our wealth. To take away the care our dementing elderly need. To cause unrest in our society. That’s what these refugees do. Looking for their fortune. Pulling us into their misery.

Look at her. Maybe she was planning an attack. Because that’s what those people from those countries supposedly are like. Muslim, so terrorist.

Look at her. And realize that this is about human beings. Not about statistics. Human beings. With dreams and fears. With the will to pursue happiness.

A couple of hours before she was probably sitting in her mother’s lap. A mother that probably told her that everything was going to be alright. That she wouldn’t have to worry. That a better world was waiting for her. That somewhere there were people who would help. Because the world isn’t just war and misery. Because there were countries where people have it so good that they could share and allow others a little bit of their happiness.

Look at her floating. In her pink dress. Maybe her favorite one. And realize that her mother was wrong. A painful realization. But because of it not less true.

I never felt so ashamed of Europe. For all those complete idiots with their infantile, narrow-minded and onesided notions don’t even have the decency to let go of their xenophobe little world. To show a little respect for this big drama.

Shame on you.

Che Brandes-Tuka

Guest Blogger Starling: Schrödinger’s Rapist: or a guy’s guide to approaching strange women without being maced


Consider: if every rapist commits an average of ten rapes (a horrifying number, isn’t it?) then the concentration of rapists in the population is still a little over one in sixty.

Originally posted on Shapely Prose:

Phaedra Starling is the pen name of a romance novelist and licensed private investigator living in small New York City apartment with two large dogs.  She practices Brazilian jiu-jitsu and makes world-class apricot muffins.

Gentlemen. Thank you for reading.

Let me start out by assuring you that I understand you are a good sort of person. You are kind to children and animals. You respect the elderly. You donate to charity. You tell jokes without laughing at your own punchlines. You respect women. You like women. In fact, you would really like to have a mutually respectful and loving sexual relationship with a woman. Unfortunately, you don’t yet know that woman—she isn’t working with you, nor have you been introduced through mutual friends or drawn to the same activities. So you must look further afield to encounter her.

So far, so good. Miss LonelyHearts, your humble instructor, approves. Human connection…

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QOTD – 29 August 2011

I think you’re pretty brave to live by yourself. We just have to work on making you happy again. I have my difficult days too. But we can’t stop trying to live life. Look how good it felt these last couple days. I didn’t expect it either. But that’s the whole point. You never know what’s coming around the next corner. I promise things will get better…