Tagged: Love

Loneliness Poems 0

Cosmos

Poem   On an eyelash I wish someone would whisper “It’s the cosmos, darling.” I wish for a twilight drip of their stardust on my shoulders and fixate my rootless eyes to ground, who’ll...

Family Poems 0

Sleep Over

Poem   My nephew turned five and asked me to sleep over the other day. We’d spent most of it together: going for dim sum, then a puppet show, kicking the Hover Ball, building...

haibun poetry 0

Our Post-Mortem

Haibun Poetry   I sit on your beige sofa across from you in your living room. Mike — your husband, my fraternity brother— prepares the VHS tape. Of your wedding. There is a moment...

Love Poems 2

My Proclamation To You

Love Poems   My proclamation to you I proclaim to you, You are the soul Bringing my life to life. Your nourishing love Is the instrument To my salvation. Encompassing my heart ardently. Possessing...

Poems About Love 0

Not Too Many and Not Too Few

Poem Trying to lightly find connection by trimming the tree of lost affection Cut too deeply with a desire for more Hurts and pulls the roots from the core Continue to trim those dying...

Abstract Poetry 0

Closer – Animus

Abstract Poetry   Context based on sex Forever saying what’s best to have a bedroom victory tune becomes redundant, never misses its mark acquiesce with aplomb then figure out the fallout in somebody else’s...

New York Poem, New York Photography 0

New York City Football Club

New York Poem   Possessed by a foul mood last Sunday, I accompanied you to the soccer game. The one you waited outside in line shivering for hours to covert the free tickets. I...

Free Poetry, Nature Photography 0

Sands of My Broken Timing Glass: Reprise

Poem   And what I saw were mistakes that a child makes with her entire fragile frame of mind, seeing nothing but the sands of time as she races to finish her self-steepened climb....

Free Poems 0

Fortress

Poem   Some nights you come like a sainted acquaintance and assume me. Some hours you are a sylph in a drifting sun. I will not seek your refuge — hallowed castle of love’s...

Short Stories 0

To My New Love

Short Story   “Oh, who cares,” we sometimes think at our most blue moments. “I am boring and it is boring and writing about it all is boring too.” At times like these we...

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Narcissus

There, you flitter between arrival and oblivion, perched princely on a skirt of Sun, bob and wiggle in a swell of wind, fluttering, flailing — flappy ruffles, swooping, swaying — swishy whispers, a throng...

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The Right Roses

I put down the canvas bag and pushed it over to her ankles. She was still sleeping. I pulled open the zipper and grabbed the three dozen roses in my right hand, and then...