Are we really confused about the color of violets? Because it’s right there in the name. This “violets are blue” thing has gotten way out of hand.
It’s not actually a poem. It’s a story. Two more-than-friends, with a complicated backstory, go for a hike up Old Rag mountain.
An ambulance and police lights aren’t quite what Grace and Teddy had in mind. Valentine’s Day is supposed to end with romance, not violence, right?
A brazen student drafts up a poetic prom invitation to his math teacher. Is it cute? Is it funny? Or is it downright cringe-worthy?
Liam wants to give Maddie something more special than just generic roses. Will his floral experiment work, or will she be empty-handed this Valentine’s?
You sent me to wreak havoc at the Idaho caucuses, so I did my worst. Suck it, democracy. Wait, you did say Idaho, didn’t you? Satan?
Roses are red / Violets are blue / We are accepting / Submissions from you. Send us your 400-700 word take on this week’s prompt and we’ll publish the best!
Dear Lover, I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking love is real. Love is intimate. Love is all-consuming. And so I can’t stop thinking of you.
Dear Peacock and NBC, Please reconsider your upcoming Saved by the Bell reboot ideas, before it’s too late! Sincerely, a big fan.