What it is that brings us together, binds our relationships and heals our wounds, even beyond the limits of our own agency?
BY QUINCY MCMICHAEL
Snow is water, and water conducts electricity, but the electric fence will not fire as usual, buried three feet deep.
BY SARA MCAULAY
I’ve come here for raptors. Left my campsite at dawn, hiked down through blue shadows to the meadow.
The mythology of failure, especially in love, is a frequent motif in Jack Gilbert’s poetry.
BY OCTAVIA ROSKO –
Modern romance isn’t Shakespearean declarations of unrequited love, it’s mostly people who just don’t text back.
Florida poet Paul Kiernan gives voice and humanity to one of the most maligned women of classical poetry, Helen of Troy.
BY CHRIS JANSEN –
The default state of all intelligent human beings is confusion. And what if ‘living your truth’ is just flinging yourself into another delusion?
BY JAMES SNOW
Falling in love with someone in a foreign city poses the question: is it the person or the place I’m really in love with?
Deborah Schwartz’s “Brother” is a poem yearning and pleading for connection, amidst the background notes of time slipping ceaselessly by.
Rilke stresses the importance of work in relationship and cautions against the youthful fancy that romance is the domain of play and pleasure.