Sonnet
The Last Letter
The Empty Mailbox Every day at 3:00 PM, Mrs. Eleanor Whitlock walked to her mailbox. Rain or shine, winter or summer, she made the same slow journey down her creaky porch steps, her arthritic fingers gripping the railing for support. For fifty-three years, she had done this—ever since her husband, Thomas, had been deployed to Vietnam. Back then, letters were her lifeline. Thomas wrote to her every week without fail, his messy handwriting filling pages with stories about his fellow soldiers, the unbearable heat, and how much he missed her apple pie. However, the most recent letter she received from him arrived on a Tuesday. "If you’re reading this, my love, I didn’t make it home." The military confirmed his death two weeks later.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Poets
My First Threesome
I am Amara and I am now thirty, but this happened when I was 27. At the time, I felt like my sex life with my boyfriend Jason had fallen into a routine. That all changed one evening when he came home with a spark in his eyes and an idea that nearly made me choke on my wine.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
After Six Years His Wife’s Darkest Secret Exposed
At a gathering in California, I met a man who shared a story that completely stunned me. With a few drinks giving him the courage to speak then he opened up about the unbelievable circumstances surrounding his marriage.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
Dating Her While She’s Still Screwing Him: A Survival Guide
That’s the question. It came from a 35-year-old guy who sounds like he’s been through enough ghostings, curveballs, and post-date gut rearrangements to start a memoir. Here’s his rant, distilled and caffeinated:
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
