Minutes after my feet touched moon dust, your voice creaked in the video message. “The virus wins,” you chuckled in that half-slanted way you did when nothing was funny. Jaundice yellow laced its way across your cheeks.| Split Lip Magazine
It’s raining hard when my daughter slams open the front door, another day at first grade done, gone are cloth diapers and fitful naps, her slam rattles the house, rattles the still lake outside, an…| Flash Frog