William Wordsworth has always been my favorite poet. And of his poems, the Lucy series is my favorite. This one in particular has always stuck with me: When my dad…
Without her, he didn’t know what to do. So he boarded a cruise ship and sailed away. His heart was broken. It wasn’t her fault. It was life. Or fate.…
Every morning, he made two smoothies: one for her and one for himself. One summer day, he put a flower on top, and from then on, it became the bit…
Every year he waits for the lightning storm. He hadn’t been ready that October night when the lightning had taken her from him. That would never happen again. Those flashes…