I think you made me. You formed me with your muscled hands in that dark and secret place, touched my face, my waist, in an act of intimacy we call love. I think I love you. I think I was made to worship you, to fall on my knees and lift my head with my […]
The most powerful lighthouse in the world is a phrase I only half believe. What is it measured in, fishing boats protected, lashing winds survived, the distance of a beam of light? Or maybe it is the lighthouse keeper, wandering the shore at night with a good dog at their side. They look at the [&he
We sang as the sun continued homeward and the stars peeked out. Tall pine trees encircled us and stretched up. In the distance, the lake whispered reverently against the shore. We held hands in an ever-growing circle and listened as our words rose like the fireflies flickering in the dark, their lig
I ask what’s your favorite word to strangers at the cafe and jot them down in the notebook I had with me the day I met you. But I don’t want to write this poem to you or for you or even about you so I reread the words scribbled on the page of that […]
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if my parents had never met. If the fates had never aligned, if they’d never stumbled upon each other in grocery store aisle 7, soft hellos and small smiles all leading up to where we are now. Stuck in the space where right and wrong collide, leaving [&hell
Our judgment the flint, our pride the steel; Our hypocrisy the tinder by which we kneel. We pray over sparks, breathe life into the flames. Inside this cathedral, ignition through shame. The white-washed walls crumble, like a house on sand. Where does the fault lie? – we begin to demand. The p
Sunken cheeks, twisting obliques, 20 crunches, now 20 more. Okay, now you can have your half a muffin in secret. Sweet and processed, break a bite to find- white powder in the air. Bluish-green fuzz. Shock, your heart sinks a “treat” so rotten so guilty, wrong, untimely, scary. It festers in sec
Lukas Forester, digital photography
