Revenge is still a stone I swallowed without knowing how long it would stay. When will it gravel? … © 2016 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
this is the speech I gave at the St. Olaf Gospel Choir’s Fall Concert today, as well as at a beautiful little church in Minneapolis a few weeks ago. thankful for the oppertunity to speak on racial justice and grieving, and for the incredible family I’m proud to sing with. … I left the first … More flood/fire/flight
note: once again going through the archives, pleased to find this old dinosaur in the purple prose school of overuse of adjectives. nice to know that one’s ideas of romance do change over time. ~acb … MAN: Come to me as you are. Your glimmering breath enveloped mine from afar, and I swear to you … More libretto for a love song
Go find each other. Soft-boil eggs and burn the toast. The dog will jump on the couch no matter what you do, so let him. Do not ignore your heart. … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
Water used to flow so softly over my hands. It hurts to swallow. I drink water and remember how it touches everything inside, how nothing can live without being softened. I try to let myself be soft. I try to flow gentle. … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
We’ll come home soon. Apples are sweet there, and I don’t forget things as easy. I wash the dishes. I fold laundry. I read the newspaper. I remember what it was like when I was small. I make sure the dry cleaning came in, buy lemons and beer and dill and pork chops for dinner. … More dill and pork chops
life all along was a beauty was a burden was a thing we could not keep … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
It has stormed in the night the past week, but today is the first time this semester that I saw the rain. I slept late. Coffee and pastry, checked my mailbox, smiled at an acquaintance and wandered about to my professor’s offices, sleek wet leaves on my shoes. Realized that none of them had office … More a few mid-september thoughts.
The end of everything is to be loved out loud and the beginning of me is quiet. … © 2015 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.