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The Week with… Romance and Rain

31 October, 2011 от · No comments

Foto: tested Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but looking outward in the same direction. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900 – 1944) Foto: Clownhouse III Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love. Benjamin Disraeli (1804 – 1881) Foto: Jon Shave Never close your lips to those whom you […]


11 August, 2010 от · 2 comments

Mariana Velichkova Photo: Niffty.. We are honest and decent reasonable, chaste again frigidly faithful almost sterile burdened by rules and pain

Strange desire

6 August, 2010 от · 3 comments

Dimana Ivanova Translated from Bulgarian to English by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer Photo: wili I want to weave you in my hair, pack you in my skin, slip you on my finger, like a wound from a wedding ring.


10 March, 2010 от · 9 comments

Christina Lovin Photo: Zest-pk They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. James Wright, “A Blessing” Now there are two. Seven deer, I’m told, before the cougar’s appetite growled: one by one they were taken down to the forest’s soft floor. Just these two escaping: a tale told by the ragged ear of […]

Something Deep

8 February, 2010 от · No comments

Christina Lovin Photo: Ctd 2005 I wanted to write something deep, but your eyes are only blue: that color of October oceans or the clear skies of May, though not so fathomless. Your gaze holds more these tidal pools reflecting August’s rain-thirsty heaven and flocks of greedy gulls. Knowing them to be too shallow, too […]

The Week – Love & Life with Mother Teresa

25 January, 2010 от · No comments

Photo: lepiaf.qeo *** Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. *** Photo: Niffty *** Love is like a fruit in season at all times. Love can warm three winter months.

Suburban Surrender

24 January, 2010 от · 3 comments

Roger Conner Jr. Photo: banoootah_qtr James and Anita lay on the bed, flat on their back with not a stitch of clothes on. This was first time they had done this in years, maybe since college. It was a cool night for July so the air conditioner was off and a soft breeze moved ever […]

The Wise Man Speaks

19 January, 2010 от · 4 comments

R. L. Burns The elevator opened on the twelfth floor and Rose hurried out of it, glad to escape its confines as well as its emptiness. Elevators made her sad now – especially hotel elevators. She still couldn’t believe that he was not coming.  She had made this reservation some time ago – ha! It seemed like […]

This Magic Moment

14 January, 2010 от · 4 comments

R. L. Burns Photo: Flowery *L*u*z*a* She felt him before she saw him.  Even with the wind howling around the corner of the building, her hair in her eyes, the hem of her black velvet skirt flapping against her calves, she felt him.  She had no idea from which direction he would come, but instinctively […]

I Remember You

24 December, 2009 от · 5 comments

R.L.Burns Photo: nattu There are many things I wish I didn’t remember at all. Being raped at sixteen. A stepfather who beat the hell out of my mother, my sister and me. The hatred I felt towards him. Taking a gun to kill him and nearly killing myself instead. Rejection. The disappointment of every romantic relationship I have ever had. I went from […]

When Love is Anything but Possible

22 December, 2009 от · 8 comments

Mariana Velichkova Photo: krystynana I collected the remnants of my pride piece by piece I cleared up the shelves of my mind thought by thought I put away the matters of the heart that don’t matter anymore in a cold, dry, secret place to store along with useless souvenirs of fragile memories worn-out masks of […]

Apple Fritter and a Single Rose

16 October, 2009 от · 4 comments

Donal Mahoney Photo: sir_mervs After 30 years together, Carol tells me late one evening in the manner of a quiet wife that I have yet to write a poem about her, something she will never understand in light of all those other poems she says I wrote

Unrequited Love

25 June, 2009 от · 1 comment

Drew Logan Photo: erix! She wrapped her drunken fist around the neck of the almost drunk bottle of pale yellow gin

In Late November

13 May, 2009 от · No comments

Richard Luftig Photo: byrion In late November, the bank of autumn closes its doors for the year, calls in outstanding loans, issues certificates of deposit not redeemable until May and bearing no interest in our survival. Love falls

Love Ascends To Heaven (On The Third Day)

22 April, 2009 от · No comments

Chuck Clenney Photo: carbonnyc Sunday Morning, I find myself Reading old love letters Reminiscing of how my hands Remember how your body felt.


19 April, 2009 от · No comments

Ivailo Dimanov Photo: jesse.millan There are some people that nobody loves. Either because of their past, or their peculiar personality, others – just like that, without obvious reason. Sotir Peshev is not only unloved, he is feared. You, said Mr. Gavrailov – chief of a Ceremonial home, are no longer a simple undertaker; you are […]

Guarantees of a Longing Heart

10 April, 2009 от · No comments

Suzanne Nielsen Photo: candlescents Lester Wilcox spoke of his love of firearms shortly before he took his last breath. His sister stood above him removing the PVC pipe that silenced the event, as she was jumpy around loud noises. “Sleep in heavenly peace,” she whispered, then listened to her heart beat contentedly in her own […]

Nikolaj Nikolov – Photography Means Love

1 March, 2009 от · 4 comments

Vanya Nikolaeva’s interview with Nikolaj Nikolov Translated from Bulgarian by Velina Vateva I came upon photography three years ago and we quickly became inseparable friends. I even think I am in love. I love photography because through it I can successfully express my thoughts, ideas and conceptions about life and, what is most important, can […]


26 February, 2009 от · 1 comment

Brian Russell Photo: jesse.millan Maybe it’s just as well, she says, though I don’t really believe her. The birch are all gone now, I say, missing their papery white.


19 February, 2009 от · 4 comments

Michael Todd Burns Photo: jacob botter Have you ever noticed how people’s philosophies tend to mimic their vices? I didn’t want to think about what I was doing. I didn’t think anymore about God and I certainly wasn’t thinking about the starving children back in Valle Aristo. I wanted to think about Gitana and the […]