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Twilight

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Twilight

Twilight, a magic nook,

…, well, two really;

well OK, … many but two each day;

that special period that divides night and day and day and night and sometimes makes me feel that anything is possible; reminds me of the divide between primordial chaos and order imposed by who knows what or why (though many claim to have absolute knowledge of both): twilight, perhaps a space between the living and those beyond, a twice daily hint of Halloween.

Why is it we associate twilight with endings and not beginnings? Isn’t it both? The harbinger of both dawn and dusk?

I wonder if twilight and dusk are lovers and how they feel about dawn?

Twilight, a magic nook…

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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved

The Scent of a Woman I Once Loved

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The Scent of a Woman I Once Loved

“Acrid: Unpleasantly sharp, pungent, or bitter to the taste or smell. Caustic in language or tone.”

I once told her that her scent was ineffably sweet with a trace of almonds and just a hint, a trace, an echo; perhaps the merest shadow of something acrid, the merest drop in the deepest sea yet still a foreboding, seemingly something I’d once sensed. She wasn’t thrilled by my description, although she didn’t really know what acrid meant.

Perhaps pungent would have been a better choice, or was my choice of words a premonition of bitter choices yet to come.

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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved