Good Mourning

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

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