Meg Pokrass & Jeff Friedman: Wig
The wig arrived in a pretty pink box. I’d ordered it online from a wig shop. Silky, blonde and long, it felt as if I were entertaining a movie star in my hallway. Grace Kelly in a box on my couch. So nice to meet you, I said, slipping it on.
Jena Schwartz: Salvo
A few days later, I came out to my husband. Our marriage exploded into shards in a matter of minutes.
Tony Whedon: Field of Vision | Blues and Greens
Between this and that, my wife, my dear little cowslip,
was misdiagnosed with heart failure and everything I loved
lost its pigment. The old reds weren’t red anymore,
the rose bushes on the path by the river had lost their pink
Denise Levertov: The Ache of Marriage
two by two in the ark of
the ache of it
Gary Margolis: Ending the War
one morning
in August, she can walk
away from her fury
of pines, and catch
her breath
Pilar Lopez-Cantero: Your love story is a narrative that gets written in tandem
By coming to recognise the degree to which overlapping and different narratives shape our expectations in love, we can avoid some of the worst outcomes.
Anne Fishel: Stuck at home with your partner? Look to retirees for how to make it work
Being stuck with your partner 24/7 may leave you pondering the expression “for better or worse, but not for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
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.
Leslie McGrath: The Death of Dogs
In the middle of the night when he thinks
I’m asleep, Bill will weep without sound
shaking the bed like a curse at God
Thom Hartman: How America Broke Up With The Democratic Party
Many grassroots Democrats separated from their party in the 1990s, and the 2020 election may be the last chance to save the marriage.
John Samuel Tieman: Marriage
that moment when you know
you did this one thing right
Yahya Frederickson: Hussam’s Heart
My flat smells stale, so I go ask Hussam,
the young neighborhood grocer, if he sells incense
Judith A. Brice: Berries, Bittersweet
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things… “Kindness” — Naomi Shihab Nye . After they’d split my brain, mended the artery that burst asunder and left … Continue reading
Judith A. Brice: To Charlie, Beyond the Mist
Will the mist have vanished from the lake by the time you read this? — birthday note to Charlie from a good friend What she couldn’t know was your eyes warm … Continue reading
