by Steve Rogoff — They speak of a falling in love, those who know of such things. They speak of a descent, implying depths or a journey inward, towards some core beneath or within where such things as spirits and souls might reside. This surface...

By Limor Farber — From my breasts I am fierce. I am wild. I walk the mountain trail topless just like the men sun tanning their bare chests. My bare feet step solid -- pads on my paws built by clay earth baked into my soles....

by Laura Lentz — I loved you. I mean I loved you. Do you understand how the clouds of our lives part to infinity and then our love is all it ever was and all it will ever be, while one of us (which one...

by Terri Ewton — Walking through Muir Woods. The amazing smell of the Redwood Forest & obvious fresh air, ionic with the ocean breezes & forest filled, oxygen rich, dappling sunlight through the Tree's swaying branches. How old are these trees that reach the sky?...

by Ted Box — I searched under the bed, in the attic, in every corner of the house, even in the boatyard. My teddy bear was nowhere to be found. My love had emerged before I could make the distinction between animate and inanimate....

by Ted Box — Dave lived down the canal, diagonally across from our old house. His mother had committed suicide by jumping in front of a train with him in her arms. He was untouched, and too young to remember, but I didn’t believe that...

by Ted Box — I’ve practiced holding my breath to plumb your depth, And spent a great deal of time looking at you, But looking within has always held fascination. And glimpses of my own allow me to feel bound to you not out of...

by Nathalie Kelly — If time could melt, the clock that ran my universe had the hands dissolved right off it. My sense of time was lost. The empty clock face staring blankly at me was completely meaningless. The endless flow of one moment connected...

by Larry Tadlock — My mother and I used to watch ‘Love Boat’, ‘Three’s Company’, ‘Dynasty’ and ‘Fantasy Island’. Friday night TV with Mom was my favorite. I had seen her drinking amaretto after her divorce in her white bathing suit in the apartment...

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