Robin Hawke


The Bride
February 11, 2012, 3:54 PM
Filed under: All Writing Challenges, Love and Romance

The day of my wedding, mist settled and mud collected on my hem. My father held an umbrella for me. Taking his arm, I sensed the beginnings of a headache. Squeezing my eyes, I managed a smile and a kiss. I set one foot down after another. Dull pain increased with each step. Dismissing it, I let fear fold into the sheath that protected my nerves and waited for a cue.

Pain increased, localized. I rubbed my skull with a hand under the veil, trying not to disturb a hair concoction. Double doors opened. My dubious doll smile went ahead down the aisle. Music swirled. I gathered myself in that stately walk to the man I loved. If tiny velvet nubs sprouted from my head, no one noticed.

Then came that perfunctory pause. Our minister waited for reasons we should not join. I looked over the congregation. By now, everyone noticed the twin antlers growing. I thought I should speak. My mouth pursed, but words stilled.

We exchanged vows.

Each point of my horns dulled with each word of acceptance. A final pronouncement heard, music trumpeted. My new husband grabbed an elbow while I disguised hooves in the bouquet.

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Certain Words
February 4, 2012, 4:03 PM
Filed under: All Writing Challenges, Love and Romance

My first boyfriend was a sweet talker. His native tongue was Germanic but he learned to caress me in English. He planted the seeds of love with tenderness and dry fingers. I studied deep set eyes and couldn’t imagine a finer dialect.

Yes, I said yes to him. I snuck into movies. I played hooky. I smoked cigarettes. Yes I said to his sweet questions and first kisses. I broke parental rules. Yes I said at a party and almost died of alcohol poisoning.

We never broke up. Once, I slapped him in the face, imagining myself on celluloid. And he sulked. And we argued more than a few times. But my family moved. Our last meeting became my first date with costly food.  One raspberry decorated our dessert. I remember the tandem sink of spoons into chocolate mousse while our words fell away into the twinkling lights of the city below.

Our tree he tattooed came down to prepare the ground for tarmac. The fertile glances over geometry books and hot pepper dares leached out of memory. The words he planted in me. That I loved. Yes. They remain sweet forgotten seeds of the lover I became.

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Devotion
January 7, 2012, 7:16 PM
Filed under: Emotions, Life and Stuff, Love and Romance, Three Sentence Stories | Tags: ,

Recently, I wondered why I was devoting so much of my time to love. I’m skirting the trite, the seamy and the hokey catchphrases of sentimentality and overblown lace hearts.

Then, I had this question—what other emotion will transform me, my writing and our world in ways I can be proud?



December 13, 2011, 12:10 AM
Filed under: Love and Romance, Quotations

“You are teasing now; aren’t you?”

“A little maybe; I’ve been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn’t listen. Every time you said ‘Farm boy do this’ you thought I was answering ‘As you wish’ but that’s only because you were hearing wrong. ‘I love you’ was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.”

― William Goldman, The Princess Bride



Announcing

I’ve had a busy week!

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My third book, Recommending Honey, ($0.99) is now live,  in Amazon’s ebook store. I wrote this one, a clean romance, in honor of my nieces. It’s about a realtor who is always intruding, opining and matchmaking. If you enjoy it, please consider writing a review.

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Where Does Love Reside?
September 20, 2011, 6:31 PM
Filed under: Love and Romance | Tags:

Americans tend to believe it resides in a (single-chambered) heart. Thump. Thumpety Thump.

Elizabethans believed love sprang from livers. Perhaps they were all soused.

A few religions assign the seat of love to one’s will. Greek poets thought passions originated in the bowels. College students blame alcohol. Or imagination.

Then there’s the amygdala, the choreographer of feeling, the brainy part of the group.

Somehow, the genitals eyes communicate with all these innards.



Another Friday Afternoon
September 9, 2011, 6:37 PM
Filed under: Emotions, Life and Stuff, Love and Romance | Tags: ,

I’m cleaning–it’s almost the weekend and I’m avoiding a rewrite of the final chapter of my latest book. Cleaning lasted fifteen minutes. You see, I noticed I had shelved the following two books side by side:

A General Theory of Love

The Concise Book of Lying