Robin Hawke

January 7, 2012, 7:16 PM
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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?


A Week of Six Word Stories, December 13-19
December 20, 2011, 4:06 PM
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John explained his love with texts.

Lara chose to believe Ray’s love.

Easy loving was hard on Minnie.

High tech solitude visited the newlyweds.

Somebody whispered an I love you.

The prizefighter crashed on Lori’s bed.

Early days. The rush thrived on promises.

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(These stories were posted, one by one, on DIY Romance, where you will find more six word stories. Feel free to submit your own.)

100 Posts/Stories
December 4, 2011, 4:50 PM
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Today, I became the author of one hundred three sentence stories. I reread each one, some of the murky ones twice, in a search for themes. Be a better human, love others, find compassion, witness life–I work standard themes with unfailing hope that a few raindrops on a river add strength to a mighty current.

November 20, 2011, 4:02 PM
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Love doesn’t mean doing extraordinary or heroic things. It means knowing how to do ordinary things with tenderness.

—Jean Vanier

This describes the relationship I want to have with my writing. I want to love the word ‘and’ as much as the word ‘fragile’; I want to craft a three word sentence with the same care as one with multiple clauses; I want to quiet the voice that says, “Get on with it.”

September 25, 2011, 1:57 PM
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I hope that one day you will have the experience of doing something you do not understand for someone you love.

—Jonathan Safran Foer, from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

Where Does Love Reside?
September 20, 2011, 6:31 PM
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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
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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