by Keith It’s 2 a.m. and he’s sitting in the dim light of the bedside lamp. The love of his life lying beside him. Maybe it’s the day, or maybe it’s just because, but he can’t stop thinking of the life they’ve shared together. The day they met and how within a few short hours … Continue reading Love’s Life
by Adam I rest your little head on the stuffed monkey’s lap on top of the changing table. I keep your wobbly head elevated, because it helps keep acid reflux from bubbling to your throat. You hate the hygiene ritual about to happen. I’m not sure why - is it the cool air touching your … Continue reading What Does Love Mean to You?
By Laeni Rose As I have grown, so too has my understanding of the word "love." It takes on many nuances, situationally depending, but to be "in love," ah, now that is a special kind. That particular love is the mist in your eyes as you recall tender moments from the past. It is the … Continue reading “In Love”
by Kat Love. Four letters, so many meanings. I’ve used the word “love” to describe my feelings for brilliant books and electrifying films, for breathtaking locations and elegant outfits. But do those things deserve my “love”? Or am I cheapening the emotion by so casually throwing it around? Here’s how I used to think about … Continue reading The Most Dangerous Thing
by Missy Martinez The word “love” conjures pressure. From the moment we are born, one of the first sentences we hear is “I love you.” How do we wrap our heads around a word that is (possibly) the most powerful one in the world? The answer: not easily. My experience with love has been has … Continue reading I love you and I like you
by Nova “Describe it to me.” “I don’t even know where to start. It was beautiful.” “There must be more.” “The streets were cobbled and empty. Every building was Gothic or Greco-Roman. The streetlights, oh God, the streetlights!” “What about them?” “They were wrought iron, every last one, with golden filigree and little curlicues and … Continue reading Utopia
by Phil Far above the clouds, in a dimension skewed at an odd angle to our own, if you squint really hard you should be able to make out the form of a building. Squint even harder and you’ll see the name of the establishment in big flashing red letters above the front door. It … Continue reading The LOVE BAR
by Kirk What does love mean to me? That is truly an important question, but I'm afraid I can't answer it right now. You see adventurer, there is an evil king who usurped the throne using forbidden blood magic. This tyrant of terror was once the fool, but he had ambitions. That's what caused him … Continue reading On a Quest
by Ren What does love mean to me? That’s a loaded question considering I spent a majority of my formative years without it. I never really knew what love was. I had an idea, through books and television but thought it was something that only existed fictionally, or for entertainment purposes. So now that I’m … Continue reading It’s love, who dis?
I want the autumn days that turn into autumn eveningsand I want us to skip straight over winter andright to spring,taking a brief detour into summer before popping back into autumn.I want slightly cold breezes so you can lend me your scarf,I want to protest that you’ll be cold and be silenced with a kiss, … Continue reading Little Somethings