Love story typed words on a vintage typewriter. Close up.

AWM Story of the Week

Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!

Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, so these stories are all about love! Still looking for a weekend date? Visit the Museum this weekend with your sweetheart: Buy tickets here!

Maybe this will happen to your special someone if you call to invite them to the Museum this weekend:

And finally, he calls

I am putty in his hands

As his voice wraps around me

Like a warm, familiar sweater

Everyone deserves love like this, romantic or otherwise:

I love her now as I always have

with the passion and madness

of autumn’s dying sun.

While this poem is bittersweet, it still feels full of love:

I am not afraid to wilt,

to fall to dust at your demand.

I’ve fallen on your promised song,

a sonnet I give to you to sing when I have passed

for past you, nothing exists


You are my favorite dance,

we know the steps as though we have written them,

but, dear, this story was written decades ago,

in a Universe I’ve never lived.

Life, you are but a wound for which I cannot heal.


Take my breath, away we must flee

For I am, at best, soil,

and I cannot bloom anymore.

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