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 Damon Marbut Each time I turn over my shoulder and plummet toward Earth I do not recall the first time I’ve done this, that I have left for a while. But I do it relentlessly, unquestioningly, upwardly joining something to learn how to fall away back into myself. When…