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 Mary Waugaman No. I used this word on purpose. No is definite. No is final. Words are power and I choose mine carefully. Which is why I said No. But you don’t respect my No. You don’t hear my No. Whether I have allowed it too long or you…
by John P. Kristofco He had grown accustomed to the dark, the silence, candor of the rock around him, echo of his sisters’ tears, his friends, promises they made as if to fool the truth, when he heard the stone removed, the wind, the words “Lazarus come forth,” and he…