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 Eva-Maria Sher There is a moment when a familiar shape feels foreign, when your pretty porcelain cup spills from its shelf to reveal its substance when the lute—startled resonates with a new song, when you realize the captive bird in its cage by the window holds the key to…