To Still Exist

By Molly Ketcheson   Sometimes she woke up crying.  In her dreams, the Blank Year still existed. Or so Annie presumed whenever she was dragged from sleep with heaving sobs but no recollection of why the tears ran down her cheeks. She wasn't sure if she was crying because the memory was devastating or simply … Continue reading To Still Exist

Every Scar is a Map

By James Diaz If it’s hard it must be useful Even the dark which is sometimes more light than we know Has its own hand in us Moving our needle north There is sorrow in each breath But there is also release, friction Heat, deep gorgeous blooming From out of nowhere I thought I had … Continue reading Every Scar is a Map