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 Robert E Blackwell I tentatively pedaled on a cruise As breezes blew through what was once my hair, Concerned that I would fall and make a bruise. While wobbling down the street in morning air, I thought of many things I used to do That I once took for…
