I’m following an interrupted flight pathof thick, black, wiry lineswhich crisscross inside my mind,like aerial railroad tracksthat travel for miles and miles —endlessly from post to post,and pylon to pylon. Tirelessly on and on, I keep flyingtoward the last tower of poweruntil there, on the unreachable horizon,I see that shimmering golden light. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

When I first met you,I believed you were from God,bringing the light into my eyes,skip to my step;it was perfect. The time dragged onward;our love never faded,or agedas the sunrays danced,along our skin. A saying passes for wisdomamong the unititiated: “If you are not careful,you can have too muchof a good thing.” The moment you leftwoke ...

“What I would give to have one more day of that year.” A friend recently shared a group photo from almost eight years ago, and a mutual friend commented this sentiment on it. The photo has over a dozen people in it. Most would agree that it was an incredible year, full of fantastic memories. ...