A Certain Point of View: Writing, Film and Stuff

The author in 2020   “Some Loves Don’t Ask”: A Poem in Three Movements Some moments don’t belong to the past so much as they echo quietly in the present—fragments of kindness, memory, and presence that resist the erosion of time. As I prepare to share Comings and Goings: The Art of Being Seen , I’ve been thinking about the spaces between stories—the ones that never become chapters, but shape the emotional weight of everything that follows. The poem below isn’t part of the short story, but it shares its emotional DNA. It’s a reflection on encounters that didn’t last, but mattered. I hope it finds you in a quiet moment.   The Boy She Loved for One Night She’s older now— not by much, but enough that the past feels more like a country she left than one she was exiled from. At a shelf she wasn’t seeking, his name appears— spine out, serifed, tucked between authors she almost recognizes. Garraty. A flicker. A room. A song dressed in Beethoven’s longing. ...

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Image Credit: Pixabay   Autumn's greyish light Bathing dimly-lit writing area Mind blown by haikus. To read my cycle of haikus with a specific theme, visit my WordPress blog, A Certain Point of View, Too. Here are the first four: Image Credit: Pixabay School, 1972: Haiku #1 School, 1972: Haiku #2 School, 1972: Haiku #3 School, 1972: Haiku #4 Image Credit: Pixabay If you want to know the real-life inspiration for the haikus: I refer you to: Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the First Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T. – 50 Years Later, Part the Second Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T- 50 Years Later, Part the Third Image Credit: Pixabay