love
All you need is Love, and Love is all you need.
A Glass Half Full
From the first day they met he knew that he wanted her to be in his life. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, he was too old and had had his heart broken too many times for that, but he couldn’t deny that he was drawn to her almost immediately. They didn’t talk much the first night and he didn’t want to idealize her so he wouldn’t allow himself to get his hopes up. Plus, he doubted that a woman as beautiful as her would be single and interested in a guy like him. Still, he was excited for the next two days where he’d train her and get the chance to get to know her between waiting tables.
By Andros Alain5 years ago in Humans
I'll be seeing you
The Vineyard had closed for the weekend, and after transferring the newly fermented wine into barrels and testing pH levels for the day, I was ready for a glass. Though I’d never tell the owner of Pizzello Vineyards, founded in Portland, that I preferred the 2017 Merlot “Meet Cute” made with the sweetest plums and a hint of chocolate from California, I quickly went home to grab two bottles.
By Marie Kynd 5 years ago in Humans
Wine Bathing
All ten fingers were interlocked around my left ankle as I sat on the shower floor. I stared blankly at the marble tiles and they seemingly stared back. A blank stare, they offered. One of those "I don't know either" stares, comparable to the ones that my last therapist used to give me before I told her I'd no longer be seeing her. Stares from other people (or things) are the least of my worries though. What hurts the most is the way I've been staring at myself.
By Olivia Marjorae5 years ago in Humans
The Merlot the Merrier
The Merlot the Merrier Thursday Afternoon I’ve seldom, if ever, been stunned into silence by a work of art. It is my job not to be. For the past three years I’ve been the Lakeview Arts Center’s assistant director, I write all the press releases, conduct interviews with radio and television, maintain our website and weekly blog, even write the interpretive labels that describe the paintings to gallery visitors.
By Rae K Eighmey5 years ago in Humans
BREATHE
Minha opened the blue door of Breathe Yoga, taped the CLOSED for COVID sign on the front and closed it again. She sidestepped the boxes stuffed with four years of files and personal effects and sank to the yoga mat on the floor, welcoming the cool on her skin as she leaned against the wall. It had been a long day and she was spent, physically and emotionally. She’d cleaned and packed the last of everything there was to clean and pack, but then came the saying goodbye—not just to her studio but to her fellow merchants, people she’d come to call friends. Defined in the governor’s mandate as a gym, Breathe Yoga was the only shop on the tiny Baltimore block marked to shut down by 5pm, and one by one her neighbors had dropped by to see her off, wish her well. She couldn’t even hug them—everybody 6 feet apart, their smiles and words lost behind masks. It was hard. She would miss this part of her life. But it was Julian, the one person she hadn’t seen all day, who she’d miss the most.
By Karen Sullivan 5 years ago in Humans
Two Freaks at a Festival
She looks superhuman: bathed in the blue stage light, her leotard-clad body bent far beyond the average person’s breaking point. She falls to the floor and for a moment lays flat on her stomach; then, keeping her upper body motionless, she peels her legs away from the floor, curling them above and behind her like a scorpion’s tail. She pauses to acknowledge the smattering of applause and then continues to curl her legs, bringing them down over her head like a crashing wave. Her toes touch the stage in front of her eyes; she shifts her centre of gravity forward, thrusts her torso toward the ceiling, and in one graceful movement inflates her body into a smoothly arching bridge. She holds this pose for a second, and then, with nothing but the sheer strength of her core, pulls herself up into a normal standing position.
By Joel Pryor5 years ago in Humans
Poetic Noir
As lovely a evening as any in Dilano’s Speak Easy. The atmosphere was always spot on from what I had heard. This is probably why my sisters chose this spot. Glenda and Stella felt like it was time I get out of the house. Brady was five and Tony had been gone for three years. Honestly I knew it was time I come up for air. My sisters understood this. Our mother baby sat him for the night. So I wouldn’t have to pick him up until morning. Earlier’s reluctance made them duck out soon as we hit the scene. Still I was enjoying my evening with the girls. With a final sip of Noir I was off to mingle. Frankie and the boys set was on fire tonight and not a glass was dry. Dilano made sure of that as pin up style baristas filled glasses through the floor. Of course what he passed out was bootleg wine most of which was fine considering you get get it nowhere if you didn’t already have it. Still fermented nicely but not my favorite by a long shot. His Pinot Noir was the beez neez. So I enjoyed what he was great at while taking in the sites.
By Joey Renee5 years ago in Humans
The Game
Sometimes, when it’s the middle of a workday, you can feel the city’s heartbeat. If you’re looking out onto the streets or pizzerias or square office buildings, you’ll notice the rhythm of the subway tunnels echoing madly under the hum of thousands of footsteps on concrete. If you’re like Lucy, you might find yourself staring at the world from a park café, lost in the vibrations of the big apple’s beehive. When the hums grow louder with as the day goes on, people walk faster and notice less. It’s on days like this, when nobody looks back at you, that you get to stare at them.
By Sabrina Fraidenraich5 years ago in Humans
