Monthly Archives: September 2014

With the new definitions we have placed on our relationship I respectfully submit that there are certain behaviors, phrases and actions we should both endeavor to remove from our day-to-day. Please do not let your hands rest upon mine for … Continue reading →

I just don’t have it in me tonight. I wish I was ready to wax rhapsodic about your charms speak softly about your sweet whispers, pronounce praise as I so often try to. I don’t have the energy now, the … Continue reading →

She holds her red balloon and delicately says “be careful with it. This is an object I treasure. This is a thing I love. Do not damage this gentle possession. It is mine and I would be loathe to lose … Continue reading →

Take a day. Lay back down. Eat the pie. Listen to the old albums the favorite albums the kindly ones. Make calls to friends of an earlier age. Watch the childhood shows and refresh yourself remembering days gone by. Enjoy. … Continue reading →

She asked why I was being weird and I said "I’m not being weird. You’re being weird." She begged to differ, looking at me like I was the crazy-eyed lust-struck incontinent stalker which, while technically true, is not the only … Continue reading →

I don’t want to make a big thing out of this but it bothers me when you act like I can’t hurt your feelings anymore. When you just shake your head and sigh when I dig at you asking about … Continue reading →

In a garden with the girl and saturated colors that make this a moment to say things that should be said and receive answers that have been waited for. I tell her I like her and maybe something more and … Continue reading →

I could love you if you were smarter. I could love you if you were prettier. I could love you if you were hotter or our arguments less heated or if it you could control the fucking humidity. I could … Continue reading →

When you go, I die just a little bit, but, with passing time, more and more. Food, music, friends all lose meaning. In your absence, all else seems insubstantial. I lose perspective. I lose weight. I become not half the … Continue reading →

He said “May I kiss you?” She laughed – as he was afraid she would – and he thought, “I should not have asked. A real man would not request. A real man wouldn’t wait. A real man would have … Continue reading →