A poem by Marc White.
I see the coffin on the shoulders of grief.
They all seem to know the plan by swooping in a cloud that’s alive.
The blue light of the aged moose shone.
A story by Marc White.
A Poem I Wrote To My One And Only Lover
You.
I chose the most vague, subtle headline possible. Because I knew it would make you curious, like the cat you are…