by Jen Drociak Something happened in the spruce tree under the cloak of darkness Something happened in the spruce tree to which no human bore witness In the tree where only the northern mockingbirds nest In the tree where only predator and prey can attest Underneath the tree each week I’d wake to find the feather of a crow …
by Sarah Leslie We were the only two who could ever get into your head. Jack convinced you I manipulated you. But all he ever did was flush away reason and stir up a rage. It was never easy to pick between the two of us. You and Jack went…
