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Old metaphors for love.

I don't have much to say except that this poem is based on one of the oldest metaphors for love - beaches (or oceans or water, whatever it is). It goes something like this - "In 2008, I was a scarecrow standing at the edge of the world where the sand and the water conversed for days...."

Cinderella’s shoes.

Never had he felt the warmth of her fingers before. He had anticipated it to be like the warm sun on a cold morning, something that would make him shiver and smile. He had imagined it to be like hot coffee or the softest quilt, or the rush of caffeine in his veins...

The best men can be.

So, Gillette came up with an advertisement with the intentions of making us better men. It was gender-oriented and asked us, men, to hold other men accountable for their actions. A great move and a beautiful video. But the comments section was flooded with hurt egos of toxic masculinity. I'm here with some stories to hurt or heal more egos of toxic men.

Siblings, games and poetry.

This poem came out of bits and scraps that lay in my head. I cannot tell if it makes sense but maybe you can. Either way, I believe in every word I've written in this poem. It goes like this: "My sister believed that life is like a buzz wire game...."

60 and in love.

"What does it feel like to be 60 and in love?" I think the question needs an answer. This is not a true story (at least not necessarily). Read to find out the story of this woman and her forever. It goes something like this: "Routine and magical. We've only been together since I turned twenty-eight but I could swear even..."