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 Juanita Jones Hey kid Why don’t you slide on over Sit on down And tell me a story Your road’s been long With fear and hate On the grounds of a school War waged Without any end Except maybe yours Hey kid Why don’t you slide on over Sit…
