“ She shook her head, and we parted, kissing, as the first beams from the sun burst forth behind us. When I returned to my bedroom, the scent of her hair remained on my pillow. For the first time in my… James Russell Lingerfelt
“ Eden hid her smile in my hand and leaned down and kissed me. I took her face in my hand, her velvety skin like energy against my fingertips. Her love for her family and for people who were hurting all… James Russell Lingerfelt
“ Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting. Forgiveness is you not letting your hate and anger rule your life. Because it will, whether you realize it or not. When you free the offender, you’re freeing yoursel… James Russell Lingerfelt
“ I’ve learned that when people are hurting, they need a comforter, not a commentator. James Russell Lingerfelt
“ Yellow swallowtail butterflies, with their charcoal striped wings, were all over the wildflowers. The woodpeckers rattled away in the trees. Two weeks ago, those sounds were annoying to me, but now, i… James Russell Lingerfelt
“ I hope you know that when you’re happy, or sad, or joyful, when you’re melancholy on spring days, or rainy nights, or autumn evenings, I’d be right there with you, watching the leaves change. And duri… James Russell Lingerfelt
“ As a child, crisp spring afternoons were spent wading along Reedy Creek just beyond the field. Then came the heavy breeze in the autumn, pushing off the almond, auburn, sugar-yellow and apple-red leav… James Russell Lingerfelt
“ She was wrapped in my jacket, almost swallowed by it. You never realize how small a woman is until she wears your clothes. James Russell Lingerfelt
“ The calm serenity of the breeze as it blows across the ocean releases the tangled web within my mind. J. Kahele
“ We’ve resorted to formalities suddenly? Am I to assume we haven’t been intimate enough for you to call me by my first name?” Despite his casual tone, his eyes suggested so much more. “Perhaps I should… Melissa Lurquette
“ Some memories just stay. They just refuse to give up on staying. Maybe it is good that they stay. It helps us stay rooted. It helps us to know who we really are. Aditi Bose
“ A Writer in Love.I was just a word weaverWhat did I know of love?Only thatSome days when the words weren’t enough,I knewI was in love. Saiber
“ So, daddy, huh?C’mon Blue-Eyes, don’t be like that. You kept screaming ‘more’ and it was the dirtiest thing I could think of. Eve Dangerfield
“ I stand now at a crossroads. I see before me the route to virtue, at an intersection with the route to love. Do I step to the left or the right, to the wrong or the right? M foot wavers in the air; wh… Lise Arin
