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 George Freek The generations come and go with endless repetition, as spring flowers or winter snows. It’s something we all know. In a few hours I’ll be sitting with another woman, drinking wine, trying to make new memories to forget our past. Ave atque vale, dear wife. Perhaps it’s…