My heart beats for you in the midst of the chaos. The echoes of my mind disrupt the rhythm of my pulse. The tremors ripple through. With every beat– there you are reverberating in my chest, keeping pace with my every breath.    Editor: Shannon Hensley

Sunday morning—Brisk, cool air— Stirs the skin with a chill.Coffee, liquid warmth, Brown as the autumn leaves,Mixed spices wake the senses. The cat yawns as she stretches—Sinewy and slinky. Her green eyes, lazy but alert.Calm and quiet, This morning-time ritual,Peace before the storm.

I am a writer. I make lists for everything: grocery trips, summer plans, story-planning, things I want to try. My bucket list, the things I want to do one day before I die, is the longest list I keep. I’ll bet that is true for most normal people. However, I have another list I keep. ...

Emptiness fills my heart It’s happening again Loving you, being so far apart Where do I fit in? Alone again, I cry Pictures of you So hard, I try What am I to do? There’s nothing left to fight Time has passed us by What’s wrong or right? Living in this lie Moments to never ...