Author Archives: Ynadin

silence

Posted on May 28, 2024 by Ynadin

My dad died. I don’t know how or what to write or remember how to want to. One day maybe. whatever of me may return from oblivion / burn first my eyes / then my voice

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Prompts

Posted on December 28, 2022 by Ynadin

She anchors the heavensHe anchors the earth The older I get and the more I find myself weighed down by the responsibilities and burdens of age and mortality (my own and that of loved ones), the more comfort I take … Continue reading →

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Evening, in Venice (2015)

Posted on February 20, 2022 by Ynadin

Helena would say only that the gentleman in question was “an old friend; a very old and dear friend.” Very old, or a friend for a very long time? said Mary. Yes, said Helena inscrutably, continuing, he is a widower. … Continue reading →

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Animal Self

Posted on February 24, 2020 by Ynadin

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways. ~Marge Piercy * Father finds it has come to haunt him over the years. The look that had been on her young face; or rather the … Continue reading →

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Everything Carries Me to You

Posted on February 10, 2019 by Ynadin

But she could not forget the charming prince, “he on whom my wishes depend, and in whose hands I should like to place the happiness of my life. I will venture all for him.” The little mermaid’s heart beat with … Continue reading →

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