February is the month of gray and the month of love all wrapped up into one. Did someone plan this phenomenon? I believe it is all a plan to get us through the last cold, gray month of winter before the promise of spring lies before us. Some may call it a capitalist ploy to ...

An acrostic poem about a lover's bold declaration of love for their Valentine.

I thought I had the Ten of Cups And wouldn’t be alone, I read a family in my cards Together we’d build a world of love. But instead my fate Draws the six of swords: A woman adrift skewered by swords. Did I swap my Ten of Cups Or was it snatched away by Fate? ...

The old woman set aside a yellowed, dog-eared script atop a tower of books by her chair. She sat back and rested her head on a well-worn spot in the recliner, her short, wavy gray hair flattened. Her name, Grace Averill, and a date of June 1957 were scribbled on the script’s first page, A ...

I saw the heartbreak coming from a mile away. Starting with the breathless Wow Of that long-desired first kiss Our time was ticking down, finite; It was scarcely a matter of months, weeks No more than a handful of nights In the span of a whole lifetime Fate let me spend asleep in your arms. ...