Aging Stories

in which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.

You can travel the world together and still feel the distance. A Canadian man returns to Greece with his Greek wife, hoping that time away-ancient ruins, mountain roads, olive groves warmed by sun-might soften what years of responsibility have tightened. They are not broken. But they are no longer certain they are moving in the same direction. As they travel, old myths surface alongside newer doubts. Symbols recur-the owl, the olive, the laurel-quiet reminders that love, like history, survives through attention and care, not grand gestures. What begins as a shared journey becomes an intimate reckoning with marriage, desire, aging, and the fear of losing the person who knows you best. This is not a story about falling in love. It is about choosing each other-again. For readers who love slow-burn relationships, emotionally intelligent storytelling, second-chance love, and romances where connection deepens through honesty rather than spectacle.

My father in law's wife (of three years) called the cops on him in January. He was in the house and... she didn't know who he was. My father in law's memory isn't much better. I have been writing about the process of moving him to memory care and clearing out his house.

This is a collection of poems created by a frustrated poet, created because of what is happening in my life, my loves, my anxiety, my opinions. The poems that are posted here pops in my mind like a rare comet in the sky, which is why my publishing of poems is erratic. But now, I have completed this collection, I hope you dear reader that you enjoy this collection of poems, may you be entertained. Follow me on Wattpad if you want, I am John Mark N. Luciano (@MorionesLakandula) (All criticism will be accepted as long as it does not contain any foul language or insults. Let us keep our Good Manners and Right Conduct. To God be the Glory.)

a gift for my gatita

Once, they were inseparable. Then duty intervened. Forced into a strategic marriage to preserve political order, Duke Evander Auremont left behind the only man who had ever truly known him. Duke Theodore of Northcrest did not protest. He simply walked away. Years later, the marriage ends-exactly as it was meant to. But loneliness was never part of the arrangement. Now in their fifties, with reputations intact and hearts far less guarded, Theodore returns determined to claim what he never stopped wanting. Because devotion delayed, is still devotion. And neither of them is young enough to waste what remains.

A Space of Words that Normally Come Together in a Sequence of Rhyme

A veteran pilot dies, misses his exit to heaven, and takes a wrong turn into an off world adventure.

An older woman dwells on life and mortality while having marital relations. How's that for a turn-off?

This poem is one of a series about my experiences staying with my father during the onset of his alzheimers.

The Cardinal, a stunning red bird that mates for life, is also believed to be a messenger from the spiritual realm. Coming Home is a love story that occurs between realms, where death does not mean the cease of loving exchanges or beautiful reunions.

The face in the mirror seems to show an older woman every time Grace looks and she has to watch her ditzy younger co-worker Janet go off for the new and expensive Recharging treatment and return ten years' younger. But when Grace's doctor delivers a damning diagnosis, her desperation will drive her into the arms of loan sharks and back-alley medical clinics looking for a cure...

I sell youth. All I ask in return is... access.

The silloet of a girl catches my eye, she only looked a year or two younger than me, I could see the shadow of curves from the blanket she had wrapped tightly around herself , her dark hair looked soft, yet messy, and it fit well with her tan skin. I stupidly open the door wider to get a better look, but instead I'm met with the piercing blue eyes of the young woman

A young farmer and wife are living a humble, quiet, and sweet life on their farm. One day, in bed, the wife suddenly wishes to raise some ducks. The man agrees and a peculiar story ensues.

Part-memoir, part-treatsie, part-research, and part-textbook. This is the science of why we age. Let's dive.

This is Alison Summers (My Oc's Diary) All the way from her 10th Birthday,to her 16th Birthday.