Poems

love

The thing about love is that it exists, but it doesn’t too. It exists when you have it. You understand why there are paintings of the most passionate kiss. You understand the letters Beethoven wrote to his Immortal Beloved. You […]

Poems

My dear

Author’s note: The poem below is a conversational piece between two people.   Beloved, it’s late, go to sleep, please. Yes, my dear, I will.  Will you really, my sweet? No, my dear.  Dearest, why? Sleep doesn’t come to me, […]