Doug Anderson: How it happens
God help me, I don’t know where I’m going.
We hold each other’s hand like children
finding our way home among the closing wolves.
Edna St. Vincent Millay: I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV)
I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day
Emily Dickinson: Wild nights — Wild nights!
Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Zoosk | The Pandemic
We stay put, apart,
constant in longing. And that is all
fine, my friends, except the dying
part. Death all around love’s
little sprouting head.
Doug Anderson: The Fool
At seventy-five I find myself in love.
Not the serene love of an old man
steeped in the wine and wisdom of years,
but one who would kill a dragon for her.
Lindsey Royce: Packing His Things
Now, I long for one of those shirts,
his scent of sweat and paint,
to cover the dent on his side of the bed
Danusha Laméris: Reading My Valentine’s Poem to Frank X. Gaspar
I am thirty-two, and in love, again, this time
with a man whose name rolls off my tongue
like water. I’m afraid of hope.
Judith Sanders: Late to Meet You at the Indian Restaurant
So I drove, and listened to the news, about
the demise of democracy and collapse of civilization
head-beams probing the dark like outstretched hands.
Chuck Taylor: Mad Love
for you are broken too, eh?
and mad like me for love
Lindsey Royce: Things I Didn’t Know I Loved
These actual things
allow me to relive the velocity
with which I’ve learned I love him…
Doug Anderson: Landays
Now I have given away all my rage.
Watch the young stride ahead of me into their own mistakes.
Video: 12 Zloty
Yael and Nofar were inspired by the eclectic and colorful look of a Polish deli they stumbled upon in Scotland. Wanting to create a story within this setting, they came up with 12 Zloty – a love story about a daydreaming butcher and his favorite customer.
Baruch November: Beard 16
Most Hebrew Schools cut the Song of Songs
out of the classrooms.
I would have liked to learn how thighs can be of gold
Majid Naficy: Two Lovers
I still hear
The sound of your laughter
On that summer morning
