by Jason Grant The entire king-sized bed is mine now, but I can’t seem to move from the left side to the right because on the nights you were here—laying there—if I dared move from my side to yours in the middle of the night it was like I-was-crossing-some-boundary you-needed…
by Emily Strauss —a mysterious invisible substance called dark matter: astronomers have been forced to confront the possibility that most of the universe is invisible, and that all the glittering chains of galaxies are no more substantial, no more reliable guides to physical reality, than greasepaint on the face of…
by Emily Strauss Fremont Cottonwoods (Populus fremontii) In a high wind their branches crack together like the bones of a skeleton marching by day near the river deep within the red stone maze the leaves shaking like nervous hands fluttering at the window, sick with worry that the men will…