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.

Link to related posts.

(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

September 1, 2011, 11:02 PM
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Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.

—Bertrand Russell

August 25, 2011, 7:10 PM
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Love is everything it’s cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

—Erica Jong

August 15, 2011, 2:15 PM
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Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

—Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

One Way of Being
August 8, 2011, 8:05 PM
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A funny thing happened on the way to find nominations for the Blog on Fire Award. I began to question what I was doing with my own blog.  There are so many blogs—with generic advice written by myriad experts.

I ran across an article, in a blog naturally, on How to Write a Successful Blog.

Discouragement set in. Not one of the things it suggested was at all interesting. Do we really need more of the Top 5 Lists or Top 10 Things?    Tutorials and how-to’s, must I?

I’m interested in a world filled with increasing amounts of love, tolerance and compassion.

But, I’m not interested in a blog that tells you 5 Ways of Being More Compassionate. Nor do I want to write a tutorial on How To Love Thy Neighbor.  It’s true, I already knew this about myself and my blog. But  what I didn’t know was how upsetting it would be to discover that, once again, I’ve chosen the hardest and lengthiest path possible. There is nothing popular or latest trend about love, tolerance and compassion.

On that note, I am off to make a donation to the Red Cross. It is one way I can stir my own compassion.

August 5, 2011, 12:03 AM
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One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.

—Paolo Coelho

July 21, 2011, 10:22 PM
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It’s hotter than any day last summer. I went outside to see how my plants were faring and discovered the flowers were cheery and their leaves yellowed prematurely. My dog loped around, glad for a chance to sniff for the scents of twin fawns that have lost their mother to a road hazard. I cut yarrow and zinnia, cosmos and goldenrod. (I’ve learned to strip the leaves in the field, so they don’t litter the bottom of my sink, turning into a gooey mess.)

Inside, the air conditioner runs without stop. I snipped the stem of one bloom and placed it in a vase. One by one, I held up each flower against the arrangement in progress, determined its height and cut it accordingly.

My mother-in-law taught me not to snip flowers the same height. To this day, I don’t gather flowers without remembering that sage advice. For a few moments, I reflect on how much she loved her own garden and hope I didn’t forget to teach my daughters the same lesson.

How Love Works
July 13, 2011, 11:25 PM
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Aphrodisiacs, chemicals, and hormones–love depends on a natural high.  Giddy with desire, blissed out with fantasy, love addicts are people bound together with chains as influential as DNA.  Blind, but feeling, love prioritizes life. Like adrenaline, it prefers excitement and danger and fights and wild conversation. When it leaves, it scorns its hosts. They never understand the sweaty palms, the flirtatious glances, the consuming passions were chemical bonds. They opt for pity and tears and everlasting withdrawal.

Friendship, admiration, respect, lucky lovers are given a substitute drug–without the violent high, but with longer effect.

July 8, 2011, 12:00 AM
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We need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go. For holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

—Rainer Maria Rilke

June 12, 2011, 12:24 PM
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Many years ago, a then-friend and I had an argument; it may have forecast our future split. We disagreed about need.

Artists (I’m including writers) often feel a desperate need to work. My friend was a dancer; she wouldn’t be able to live if she couldn’t dance—I love it that much.

Nonsense. If a car ran over your legs, you’d find something else to do. I was practical and hopeful. But the argument stretched into the night. I advocated transferring skills and she insisted her genius was bound to a wooden or marley floor. Romantic and desperate, I hoped she was never forced to change her identity. Our meal together was awkward and silent. I didn’t understand her restraints.

I wonder why her identity was so rigid and why this attitude chokes up great lovers and great artists. If he dies, I can’t live. Desperate and romantic, singular love is deceptively pure. Artists are greater than their craft. They must be—to deliver worth. People are greater than one love. They must be—to love one person so deeply.

Good or Bad
June 8, 2011, 3:52 PM
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Nothing beats the love of a good woman, but the affections of a naughty one are a close second.

I couldn’t find a source for this quotation on google–if anyone knows where it came from, drop me a line! And what is the love of a bad woman like?

Emotional Intelligence
June 7, 2011, 7:21 PM
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When we are in the midst of overwhelming feelings, intense grief for example, we seek peace, a restful state. So, why is it that men and women abandon one another to search for love, intense and overwhelming love, when their relationship settles into a blissful peace?

When We Have Loved…
June 6, 2011, 9:16 PM
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When we have loved, my love,
Panting and pale from love,
Then from your cheeks, my love,
Scent of the sweat I love:
And when our bodies love
Now to relax in love
After the stress of love,
Ever still more I love
Our mingled breath of love.

—From the Sanskrit

June 5, 2011, 3:42 PM
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Aphrodite, the goddess of love, beauty and sexuality, figures importantly in my thoughts.  I wonder how much sex the characters in my books should have, how stunning they are and whether their love is as pure as the smell of honeysuckle. How much desire, lust, do these characters feel? Will my hero worship stretch marks? Will she mind his thinning hair?  Will their love have the maturity of a fully formed goddess rising from the sea?

I punch Aphrodite’s soft belly. My thumb is tucked in; my knuckles make a flat plain of force.  I pull out handfuls of Aphrodite’s long tresses. I ignore her creamy, lovely breasts. I kick her feet with vehemence—a fast, roundhouse kick that topples her back into salty foam. I’m violent with anger. Love, Beauty, Sexuality flounder; Aphrodite begs for immortality.

She can’t swim.

I watch, troubled. I don’t speak Greek, so don’t understand her pleas. Reluctantly, I curl my fist. Aphrodite, go back from whence you came.  Quit seducing me with your perfections and your promises of constant euphoria.

An Eye for Beauty
June 3, 2011, 2:04 PM
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I’ve been trained in the arts and have an eye for beauty. This does not make me special. We all know beauty. What is beautiful can look sordid, childish, quick, painstaking, redemptive; it can nod to truth or fantasy; uncomfortable or comfortable, it can flow through us or catch us unawares.

I know something is beautiful when I fall in love with the means it takes to grow me—the ways it opens me up to passionate living.

Expand and Contract
May 30, 2011, 2:02 PM
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The field, with its scrubs and cows, is like love. Open ground, sometimes fertile, sometimes not.

The forest, dense with undergrowth, is like love. A deer path seduces me to venture into shadowed seclusion on a hot summer day.

Whether expanding or contracting, love surrounds us. Branched or furled, love beats in steady rhythm. My love, my family, my friends, my country.

Love Out of Step
May 28, 2011, 2:36 PM
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There was a day, playing dodge ball, when I was the last girl inside the circle. The count increased, 6-7-8. I’ll never forget a boy named Paul. Incensed that the girls might have another turn, he threw the ball at my back with such vehemence that I landed face down on asphalt.

For those brief counts, 6-7-8, I was a heroine and valued by my playmates. During 6-7-8, I was unaware of who held the ball. I was agile, speedier than a ball, better than the boys thought. Invincible, until a boy named Paul forced the air out of my slight body with a mighty overhand.

My schoolgirl crush, I called it love, on Paul was not affected. His hero status remained and I averted my gaze when he looked at me. Even then, I knew Paul’s awareness of my presence lasted a countdown, 6-7-8; it disappeared when his craw became visible on count 9.

An adequate love is a volley of affection and reason.

Where Stories Count

This blog? Where stories count:

I share short-short stories on this blog: Three sentence stories and  flash fiction in response to writing challenges.


I Loved You First
May 18, 2011, 5:32 PM
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I loved you first: but afterwards your love

Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song

As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.

Which owes the other most? my love was long,

And yours one moment seemed to wax more

I loved and guessed at you, you construed me

And loved me for what might or might not be—

Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.

For verily love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine;’

With separate ‘I and ‘thou’ free love has done,

For one is both and both are one in love:

Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine;’

Both have the strength and both the length

Both of us, of the love which makes us one.

Poem by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

“You construed me”—what a beautiful phrase. Reminds me of, “You make me want to be a better man.”

Love remix
May 15, 2011, 11:21 PM
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“Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.” 

—Ursula K. LeGuin