Current Periodicals

I sat down on the grass above you. The dew drops drooping as I delicately Drew my hand across Your stone head; the way I used to run my fingers Through your dark hair. I, staring into your name, almost Saw your green eyes shine through the etched, gray letters. “I owe you an apology and confession.”, I said. “On January 5th as John the Revelator was mistranslating your verse and carrying you to Apollo‘s gates; my cupid was misfiring his own bow.”