She couldn’t put words
To what love is to her.
She said,
‘It’s like they say, you know it when you feel it.’
And I thought,
‘Can anyone put words to love?’
And then I remembered that I am a writer,
And describing the indescribable
Is supposed to be my job.
Although,
Sometimes I am unsure
If I know what love really is…
And how can I describe
What I don’t know?
Then,
I once again
Remembered I am supposed to be a writer,
And I can just imagine
Or
Lie about it.
-C.H.
She told me that she had been sober for 6 months before Thanksgiving with her family. Apparently she got blackout drunk. “Understandable,” I said. “My family is the reason I drink so much around the h
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
