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 Thomas Gonzalez On good days We trivialize the importance Of the mundane Life Becomes nothing more Than a series of interconnected tales Lacking plot Our wants dictated by celebrities Our self-worth judged By the value others place on us Suffering is but A matter of fact Se la vie…
by Thomas Gonzalez Riding the L/ One early morning/ Mouth mute/ Tense body speaking volumes/ Real world sounds being drowned out by screeching consciousness/ Encased in a box/ And then a voice/ All night long/ It’s going to take all night long/ Sang a somber young man/ Sitting across from…