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…
by Linda S. Swanberg I look back upon you (child who made me what I am today) skein of potentiality—unwound thread of redeeming choices how could I have known my journey would be all the longer with no end in sight? nights up alone as a youth, I read by…
