A Series
By Clare Needham - Jan 21, 2019
A
The pain is having been seen for myself –
and then having this vision
disappeared.
Read More >I Called Shotgun When You Died
By Christopher Kennedy - Jan 11, 2019
I called shotgun when you died, thinking we could still ride together through the neighborhood, selling bags of light to the newly dead. It didn’t seem fair that you had to cross the river by yourself.
Read More >Heartbreak, Texas
By Rebekah Morgan - Jan 4, 2019
You are not the alarm clock and you are not the styrofoam cup, you are not this bed, or pillow, or the rug I bought today.
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