“Rivers” by Eloise Typewriter

Rivers

Love never promised
to span rivers,
two people standing
on the edge of separate
banks with a handful of
hope but no swimming lessons,
pebble promises stuck
in the heels of our shoes.
I would tie cinder blocks
to my heart if it could
part the water and grant
you safe passage…

 

 

 Artist Bio: Eloise is a 20-something poet that believes words can heal the wounds of the world. She received her M.A. in Humanities and Social Thought from New York University. Her work often focuses on mental illness and unique love narratives. Eloise has been published in several poetry anthologies, including Splintered Souls by A.B. Baird Publishing and North Carolina’s Best Emerging Poets by Z Publishing. When not sipping coffee or collecting typewriters in Charlotte, North Carolina, you can find Eloise on Instagram at eloise_the_typewriter.

Happy 2nd Anniversary!

Today, T.R.O.U. celebrates its second anniversary. Thanks so much for joining me on this journey toward inclusion and diversity in love stories. I feel that we have made a difference in the world, one little love story at a time.

– Whitney

“Are You?” by Daniel Pannebaker

are you_ are you the piece missing from the puzzle of my life_ are you the chord missing from my symphony of longing_ are you the light at the end of my barren bleak tunnel_ are you the
                                   Are You?                                          Are you the piece missing/ fro the puzzle of my life?/ Are you the chord missing/ from my symphony of longing?/ Are you the light at the end/ of my barren bleak tunnel?/ Are you the star that makes/ my every wish come true?/ I am sure you are. Are you?

 

 

 

 

Artist Bio: Daniel W Pannebaker has always had a love for language and has a firm belief in the power of words. He has had works published in several literary journals and, in 2014, published a volume of his own poetry, Easter Egg and other poems of faith, hope, & love. Authors who have influenced his writing include Gerard Manley Hopkins, Lucy Shaw, and Madeleine L’Engle. Daniel lives in South Amboy, NJ with his husband and a fearless miniature pinscher.

“Soft” by Nigel Bray

‘Soft, For the Music Dies.’

Soft, for the music dies within this room

Where once the bridge that Heaven sings

to man, returning him to grace,

is an empty space.

 

Soft, for music never silenced never can return

and we the living must, its passing mourn

sighing in the gloom.

 

Soft, still within the silence lives the love

he crafted here upon an earthly stave;

the song, moon slivered nights and sunscaped days.

Soft, threading memory stakes the muted claim

which we, the living, tearful, bear the blame

denial of our grave.

 

Soft. Dying music’s timbre strikes the note

discordant; chaos bring the age of truth

to him; returns all harmony and places times innocence.

Soft, here lies the living ache, seek the dawn of melodies.

Each day his love reborn sustains undying hopes.

Artist Bio: Nigel Bray is an Englishman, writer and actor. Long-term survivor. Boyfriend, fiancé, now husband, and eloper to France, where he now lives in peace and love, with wine and cheese, his man and his dog. Visit his website at: www.mrlucky-1956.com. E-mail Nigel at amiraculousman@gmail.com.

“Find” by Eloise Typewriter

Find

Find the person
who takes all
of your words
for ransom and agrees
to hold your dripping
ice cream cone
of a heart for as long
as you will have him.
Find the person
who turns sadness
into sunflowers
at your feet…

 

Artist Bio: Eloise is a 20-something poet that believes words can heal the wounds of the world. She received her M.A. in Humanities and Social Thought from New York University. Her work often focuses on mental illness and unique love narratives. Eloise has been published in several poetry anthologies, including Splintered Souls by A.B. Baird Publishing and North Carolina’s Best Emerging Poets by Z Publishing. When not sipping coffee or collecting typewriters in Charlotte, North Carolina, you can find Eloise on Instagram at eloise_the_typewriter.