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
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“In Love”
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”
The Most Dangerous Thing
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
I love you and I like you
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
Utopia
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
Little Somethings
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
The Space Between Seconds
Snow makes everything so quiet doesn’t it?Even your heartbeat, usually thrumming in your ears, or the ticking of the giant clock in the kitchen that reverberates through the house, careening off the high ceilings to trickle in under your doorway, sneaking into your awareness. Even the soft creaking of the house as it sighs and settles and wonders when … Continue reading The Space Between Seconds
Something’s Not Right: VIII
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: VIII
Something’s Not Right: VI
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: VI
Summer Skin
A peculiar feeling of bittersweetnesslike shedding your summer skin to make room for the rawness of autumn,cold breezes penetrating deep into your bones.You’ve been asleep for months, lulled by the warmth and humidityof things being “just fine,”when the sharp tongue of the first breeze hits your cheek,shocking you awake and making you burrow into your covers,only … Continue reading Summer Skin
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