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 Katherine Yoerg I only hope that in the end What lies before me is a desert road… The sun striking down and turning it gold Accompanied by my dearest friend On both sides of the veil The trail Doesn’t end Although on one side the memories rust And footsteps…
