We’ve taken to sleeping with open windows curtains tied back by too-small belts and the pulled sash from an old bathrobe. Cats curl deep by …
Northbound by Rowe Carenen Copeland
I found a bejeweled iPhone on what used to be my dining room table, now his desk. In our house. His house. I want to …
Sand in Snow by Rowe Carenen Copeland
Snow sifts outside my loft’s window, and I watch sipping chai tea with almond milk wearing the Hobbit slippers he gave me. I ugly cried …