when I had nothing else to cling to



[Your] name seemed like a wonderful gift to me. It seems so still. I have carried it for a long time, the most precious thing I owned. I spoke it rarely, so that it would not become tainted by my surroundings. I kept it buried deep inside, and when I had nothing else to cling to, with a single whisper in the dark I would name you, careful not to be heard and in doing so, something of you would be restored to me, and something of myself would be saved.”


Image: Photographer, subjects unknown; courtesy of Osvaldo, Men Together
Text: Peter Hobbs, ‘In the Orchard, The Swallows’ excerpt

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  1. stephen

    With all the nonsense happening at the supreme court I come here to find some reality. We’re into our 44th year. Nothing comes easy. But your lovely posts put life in perspective.

    Posted March 28, 2013 at 1:44 am | Permalink
  2. stephen

    You can see my email. Please be in touch. I want to invite you to my new work.

    Posted May 30, 2013 at 5:29 am | Permalink
  3. Gorgeous. Really quite affecting. Thank you.

    Posted June 23, 2013 at 10:01 pm | Permalink

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