Oh how I love thee Let me count the ways Well there’s that sense of humor The way you yell at your computer I could list your stylish good looks Or your beautiful blue eyes Traditionally I would swoon Tell you how virile you are…

You cannot remember my name. I believe it is best for me to bid thee farewell. by Karen Sullivan Form: Landays

‘ere’s my effing pome about love and all o’ that I wish I ‘ad an effing beer and a bloody awful  ‘at   so I could ‘ide behind my world and dream about the time when I was effing single and I didn’t ‘ave to rhyme.   But yeah,…

To my future babies. I can’t believe how lucky you are. I learned the hard way what love should be, I’ve faltered and fallen, I’m covered in flaws, But she fills in the pieces, As I fill in hers. We’re partners in love And we’ve…

if he never came back there would be hundreds of sad little boys and girls crying out for waffle cones stamping their feet in the street for gooey caramel swirl there would be some kind of uprise in the making and tears overflowing for vanilla…

I see that my face confuses you I have politely said ‘no’ to all your insistent, ignorant guesses Yet you press me further I am not from whichever exotic land you think I am from I will not change my answer to make you comfortable…

I could have lost you so very many times. That long, dark corridor claimed your strength and salience; those vicious creatures seeped into your aching spaces. You did your best to empty your soul of them – when that didn’t work you emptied your veins….

I once thought your face was of the angels, lily lips boxer’s nose Botticelli eyes, dove into the quarries you dynamited with the words you spoke, wanted to comb your hair with my fingers and play with your loose threads, and I needed to touch…

  I    and U   e v o l   l o v e   e v o l   v e i l   consuming   ever  burning   inflaming                surging   body and soul surging…

Surrounded by worried, exhausted love, she comes in the world. She’s calm and wide-eyed. I love her realness. She looks at me expectantly, trustingly. I want to hold her close. Already I feel the loss. We are now separate, no longer dependent on us. It…