by Sarah Toney (This story contains suicide.) The air was thin and icy. Breathing it in felt like swallowing shattered glass. The city was beautiful from this height and the boy wanted to reach out and feel the warmth of the setting sun. The heaviness in his chest felt a…
With thanks to Wallace Stevens by Wallace-Ruby Morales Among our decades together The only moving thing Is the distance between you and me You and I are of three minds That exit sign Shakes the foil. Raises thunder in the distance. Our distance tastes of the spray of the sea…