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Jun 29 2025

Sunrise in C Minor

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I remember waking to the warmth of your breath,Tracing the contours of my chest.The light tracing the melody’s curve —Giving us asunrise in C Minor. Coltrane’s “Naima” showing me the way,Willing me to a place,where your moans speak to me in rhythms and gasps,in minor chords.A gentle touch, laced with intent.Sunrise in C Minor. I think we’re making the orchids blush,That purple one just giggled – wait.God, please do that again. Yes, that.Sunrise in C Minor. I fear the words will leap from my lips.My vulnerability speaks to my inability to breathe free.Sunrise in C Minor. MH ~ ...

Jun 28 2025

We Never Made It to Morning

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I should listen to that voice.The one echoing back from someplace I almost remember.It reverberates low and without restraint -folded into this moment,so close it feels like a memory I forgot to hold onto.Or maybe it’s a dream I woke from too soon. Was it home?Not a place, but her.The way her smile opened wide and unrestrained —like sunlight willing to beg for forgivenessrather than ask for permission that might never come.I saw it once (that smile), maybe a thousand times —but its image lingers within a moment just beyond my reach.Is that my memory fading,or me, drifting with the years?Why can’t I hold it still?Fuck, was that home? God. I need to breathe.Breathe, brother. Breathe. There’s something I left behind —just beyond the horizon,out where the light bends and my memory breaks.I can almost see it, taste it, the moisture from her lips.Fuck. Why can’t I breathe? MH ~ "I feel like once you know someone is there for you, and once you know they love you, you never actually think of them again ~" Marie from the movie "Malcom & Marie" 2021 ...

Jun 24 2025

God, Meaning, and the Silence in Between~

by Marques Haven

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I think I am at a point in my life where I am going to stop looking for God’s meaning in everything. Don’t get me wrong, my faith in God is absolute. I can recognize that everything I have (and don’t) and all that I am (and am not) is because of His grace and mercy. But searching for “divine meaning” in the daily ebb and flow of life has become — fuck, I don’t know, exhausting. Trying to find meaning means I am trying to understand “why” and sometimes the “why” is just a step beyond my fucking ability to understand. Ya dig? Of course you do. Maybe the absence of understanding doesn’t mean God isn’t speaking or has decided to break camp. Perhaps, He has been speaking all along, and the issue isn’t His presence, it’s my endless need to break down every moment into something I can make sense of. Something bite-sized. Something easier to swallow. But maybe I don’t need to understand the overarching story, even though I’m one of its authors. (Side note: I guess that makes God the Chief Editor...