A Wounded Deer — leaps highest — I’ve heard the Hunter tell — ‘Tis but the Ecstasy of death — And then the Brake is still! The Smitten Rock that gushes! The trampled Steel that springs! A Cheek is always redder Just where the Hectic stings! Mirth is the MailRead More →

When we think of mindfulness, we often think of an activity done to benefit ourselves. It’s about finding your serenity. Bringing yourself peace. That being said, mindfulness is incredibly important when interacting with another person – and especially when you are flirting. First, what is mindfulness? Mindfulness is when youRead More →

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep The day was warm, and winds were prosy I said, “Twill keep” I woke – and chide my honest fingers, The Gem was gone And now, an Amethyst remembrance Is all I own ~ Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)Read More →

There is a lady sweet and kind, Was never a face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I’ll love her till I die. Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why,Read More →

Accept, dear girl, this little token, And if between the lines you seek, You’ll find the love I’ve often spoken The love my dying lips shall speak. Our little ones are making merry O’er am’rous ditties rhymed in jest, But in these words (though awkward very) The genuine article’s expressed.Read More →

My love is like to ice, and I to fire: How come it then that this her cold is so great Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But harder grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not allayed by herRead More →

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed; And so thy thoughts when thou are gone, Love itself shall slumber on. ~ Percy ByssheRead More →

Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: the edge of the forest, the edge of the desert the unpainted stairs at the back where we squat outside, eating popcorn the edge of the receding glacier where painfully and with wonder at havingRead More →