I never wrote poems about love until you stepped into my life. Now, I cannot stop.
It began years ago. I was ten. My parents had taken me and my brother to the children’s theatre to see Puss in Boots. It was a great show. I loved it. My mom even bought me a plush Puss with removable boots. I couldn’t have been happier, or so I thought. I ate my... Continue Reading →
I begrudgingly signed up for online dating on a Sunday. I wanted to try it so I could knock it all I wanted. Good guys are hard to come by, dating sucks and I needed an excuse to give up. Within hours of signing up, I had received dozens of messages, mostly “hii beutiful” and... Continue Reading →
I met her by chance, yet it seemed an inevitable fate. That first moment our eyes locked I saw our future together, And I suddenly understood the meaning of forever. As I gently took her hands in mine, electricity jolted me back to life. Her smile revealed her as the woman for whom I have... Continue Reading →
I love you. I love you more. I love you most. I love you times infinity. I love you to the negative one-twelfth... which is the sum of all natural numbers... which is actually greater than infinity. Quantum field theory, quite simply, my love. I win. Goddammit.
Last night, we went for a drive. As we approached the midpoint between Here and Middle-of-Nowhere, he turned to me and asked, “Do you ever think about how, just ten months ago, this same situation would have made you painfully uncomfortable?” “No,” I replied, “I hadn’t thought about that.” He continued, “Isn’t it strange how... Continue Reading →
My mother was the first to love me, cherishing my life and praying for my future well-being long before I had any sense of self-concept. As mothers do, she passed along her wisdom--the things she had learned in her 30, 40, and 50 years of life on earth. Her advice is, and always has been,... Continue Reading →
She sat beneath the branches of a sparsely leaved shade tree, lost in some faraway fictional fantasy, entirely oblivious to my approach. The young woman was making notes upon a slip of paper as she read, and I wondered just what it was that held her so firmly. I never did discover. Her energy... Continue Reading →
"If I could go back in time and tell my 25-year-old self that the craziest woman I ever met would be the same one I choose to spend my life with, I wouldn't believe it. You, my dear, are bat-shit crazy." I smiled at my boyfriend's comment, releasing a small laugh which was peppered with... Continue Reading →