Short

Can you love without being in love? by Bob Schofield

Anonymous asks: Can you love without being in love?

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Bob says:

The answer is yes, but it’s a matter of degree. If we think of “love” as digging a well in the center of a dry country, then being “in love” is throwing yourself down it. The difference is small, and the thirst that drives you is the same. What varies is speed, impact, the final tally of broken bones. Whether you make it out alive. Still, they are of the same emotional landscape. They may be two separate planets, but they orbit the same sun. One just sits a little closer. Burns a little harder. Its circle moves a little faster, and I can’t promise you it’s worth it. What I can say is that you’ll know it when you get there. The climate will be harsh and unforgiving. Your shadow will be small, the air will shimmer, and you’ll never be sure whether or not you’re talking to a mirage. But in the moment you’ll swear you’ve never seen things clearer. And at least for a time, you’ll beg the ghost in front of you to stay.


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An Act of War

We need a soldier’s soul,
have the graves dug up;
Let us all go to war,
that shall win us;
Bring us,
back our glory,
trophies and bodies,
distraught,
but alive,
with the fever;
Red eyes,
where all the bombs exploded,
fires,
that erased entire cities,
and where children orphaned, clung,
onto the hair,
we used as ropes,
to climb up,
citadels and palaces,
that crashed,
like bones,
onto the earth;
And spread,
their layers,
of concrete into our lungs;
Dust that we breathed,
and screams,
when we put our knives,
into butchered hearts,
of people,
who wore no limbs;
But flags that were a different color,
flew in the wind.
Look,
we have to defeat,
and crush,
every savage,
who thinks,
war is our enemy.