Elizabeth Romero: What My Mother Said
think of my love
as a red glass button
hanging on a threadbare dress
Doug Anderson: I once flew in my dreams
I once flew in my dreams.
Then I read a book
that taught me how to control it.
Yahya Frederickson: Hussam’s Heart
al-Wa’r, Syria . My flat smells stale, so I go ask Hussam, the young neighborhood grocer, if he sells incense, a shard to crumble over my censer’s coals. He raises … Continue reading
Elizabeth Romero: Love
And suddenly she realized there would always be those who laughed at love, who sneered at it, who mocked it, tried to make it something fleeting and negligible like an … Continue reading
Andrea Hollander: Pleasure
Because yesterday I lay fully dressed alone on my bed listening to the sweet-tempered yatter of rain I’d longed for all summer, a sound that continued for hours against the … Continue reading
Edna St. Vincent Millay: She Is Overheard Singing
Oh, Prue she has a patient man, And Joan a gentle lover, And Agatha’s Arth’ is a hug-the-hearth,— But my true love’s a rover! Mig, her man’s as good as … Continue reading
Video: Helen Fisher “The Brain in Love”
. Why do we crave love so much, even to the point that we would die for it? To learn more about our very real, very physical need for romantic … Continue reading
A Few Things Rumi Might Have Said
Your task is not to seek love, but to find all the barriers you’ve built against it. _ Stop acting so small. You are the ecstatic motion of the … Continue reading
