Interactions

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Best friends
know all the parts of you
are the holders of your broken and healed parts
cherish your being
drop everything to prop you up
talk you through your misery
share their joy intensely
always excited for all the chatting to be had

Close friends
care for your welfare
hug away the fear
delighted in your presence
make the effort to spend time
always just a phone call away
treasure the occasional company
are trustworthy until they are not

Acquaintances
offer condolences
say awww with a forced enthusiasm
talk about you as necessary
wish you the best
don’t remember important things
say hi and bye fairly quickly
frequently disappear from your life

Enemies
smile with the intent of doing damage
set sabotage in motion
talk trash behind your back
mind fuck the real friends
suck the air out of a room
have nothing good to say
lie to get what they want

May you have more than just a single digit number of best friends,
a whole community of close friends, a nominal amount of acquaintances,
and be spared enemies as you travel down your timeline.

A Little Help From My Friend

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Ghosts of the past linger in the chambers of my memory.

Like the heavy feel of lanolin staining memories a smudged yellow.

An intervening moment of serendipity removes the hold of bygone days.

Again, my simpatico relationship meaningfully ties me to my abundant present.

 

*Thank you for the inspiration, Terry! 🙂

Connected

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There’s a substantive intimacy in nature. It’s filling.
The smell of earth satisfying and rejuvenating.

The wind enveloping you in its invisible caress.
Touching without, healing within.

Hello, beautiful bird on a sunny day!
Seeing you brings me joy and a smile.

The smile of someone engaged.

I feel my best friend at that moment.
And I miss her.

It’s me looking through her eyes, but she’s not there.
For a moment I could cry.

From her, I learned the wisdom of these significant bits of the day.

She’d be in that moment with me graciously approving
and being grateful for the beauty of our surroundings.

My friend would love you too, beautiful bird.

And I love her.

**This piece selected to guest blog! Thank you, Natasha Tungare!

 

 

Full Frontal Humanity

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This is an old image of me. I was 27 years old. But the look, that attitude, that hasn’t changed. Still sassy, still owning a presence that’s hard to ignore. My best friend said something to me recently which says it all…

“It’s all right there in blonde and tall.”

Terry Susi

For me now, the goal of writing is to vividly present written expressions of myself.

May it have as much personality as my visual presence projects – truth, energy, and guts.