Sea of Love

It begins to play in the grocery store. I pause, surrounded by produce, to wipe tears telling myself to pull it together. 6 years past, but the feelings are no duller than that day in the parking lot. When I…

Editor’s Note

You would think that being the editor of a lit mag dedicated to the subject of grief, I would be an expert on it. That I would understand its lasting effects; realize it is not something that simply goes away…