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… but as has been said, September read …

… but as has been said, September read often, and liked it best when words did not pretend to be simple, but put on their full armor and rode out with colors flying.

September: it was the most beautiful of words,…

September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from s…

[T]hat old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air … Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.

Outside the leaves on the trees constricted sl…

Outside the leaves on the trees constricted slightly; they were the deep done green of the beginning of autumn. It was a Sunday in September. There would only be four. The clouds were high and the swallows would be here for another month or so before they left for the south before they returned again next summer.

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its…

But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favorite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.

But now in September the garden has cooled, an…

But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness. The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.

The fact is, I love him. He’s the boy I …

The fact is, I love him. He’s the boy I want and one day he’ll be MINE.

There is no magic cure, no making it all go aw…

There is no magic cure, no making it all go away forever. There are only small steps upward; an easier day, an unexpected laugh, a mirror that doesn’t matter anymore.

When people don’t express themselves, th…

When people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

Comfort zones are overrated. They make you laz…

Comfort zones are overrated. They make you lazy.