A Complicated Thing
In a constant state of flux, another ostentatious fling. I’ve been contemplating love but it’s a complicated thing. We tightly hold each other, so brazenly we’re furled as we lie beneath the covers both...
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A Piece of Trust
I’m letting myself be tenderized by the “yes” and “no” of loving. The course salts sting my heart upon contact, burning. And yet, softening me to open for what may come next and next...
In Scotland
The haggis and potato for lunch sat heavily in our bellies as we drove into the Scottish highlands that afternoon. It was already October, and tourist season had recently passed, but the hills we...
The Language of Love
Love is not afraid of cliche, for when it speaks all words expressed before are rendered mute. more by LUCAS HOWARD Photograph by Denist Soh
Zedlist – Part Twenty
“I think we need to talk, Charles.” Valerie said, getting up from her seat by the window, she gave her husband a look that Kevin couldn’t quite decipher. Kevin was left sitting on the...
When It’s Done
What’s in that place beyond the pines? The dark recesses and cragged peaks Valleys that swirl with sumptuous lavenders and honeyed golds Caverns enswirled by misty hues of turquoise deep The fronds that billow...
When I Think of You
When I think of you, I see the stars You touched my heart so much it sparkles. Who am I, that I was given this light? Starting this day with new intentions, Until the...
The Seekers
Tell me you love me with ways beyond words Where our minds hope to reach Past the snows of Kilimanjaro From heated positions upon the plains Through points above the horizon Where what we...
Heart’s Sweater in Blustery Weather
I fashioned a sweater with sleeves That I’d wear my heart on, you see Pinned in plain sight Steady and bright Pulsing like waves in a breeze I stitched threads together quite tightly That...
