by Ashley Sapp hello mo(u)rning, your cold dew leaves a trail upon my skin, and I bear witness to how your weight waits to be seen by dawn, warmed by it, lightened by it, even consumed by it; new day, I am told, is a new beginning, but bereavement is a cycle – a Read More
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Birds Rejoice
by Toni G. It’s 6:57 Sunday morning and the birds are chirping outside my bedroom window ceaselessly. Silencio por favor, I yell with the worst Spanish accent ever, hoping that words in a language more beautiful than English will sway them to my will. It doesn’t work, and I blame my junior high school Spanish teacher for not molding me Read More