It is Oaktoberthe trees are rusting,but within our heartsit is still Spring. The leaves are changing huethey fall nonchalantlyand dress themselves in our hairlike Mercury’s cap,as if wings could aid our escapefrom life’s winter. And as well, I change my perspective.I...

She pulled his jumper up to her face,breathed him into the now empty space.Flopped in the chair that was clearly his own,not sad, not lonely,not even alone.Through the window his eyes once looked throughshe smiled and pondered the beautiful...