By Chris Zaremba   I watched you fall asleep last night.. I watched you slip away as darkness slipped his arm around my shoulder, in your place. The beating of your heart kept time with the ticking of the clock as minutes turned into hours, awaiting my time to clock out. Instead, I listened to … Continue reading Conversation

Small Rain

By Victoria Crawford Small rain, I dreaming hear, falls on the metal roof in the deepest of morning hours, raindrops slip down, each one a chime that peals on roof edge and sinks into garden whispers: soon, soon. California poet, Victoria Crawford currently lives and writes in Chiang Mai, Thailand often writing about the country's … Continue reading Small Rain