Codes to Live By by Jude Higgins
We’re communicating in semaphore now. Out on the lake with our red and yellow flags in separate little row boats. It takes most of the morning to spell out everything.
In the Company of My Loving Family by Lisa K. Buchanan
Given the size and scope of my family, I consider myself lucky that we are so close.
Come, Come by Kim Magowan
They say that ghosts can slip through walls, but we can’t. We don’t know if it is something special about us, and by “special,” we mean the opposite, of course—some further way we can’t do what others take for granted.
I Am a Rose Thrust at the Heavens by Ron Burch
Grief rubs a red rose against the top pane of the front window during a pleasant time where the day unfurls like a carpet, disappearing under our feet.
Child’s Play by Cheryl Markosky
It’s a pipedream in the playground with Sierra. She runs to the swing. I tally each arc into the air. ‘I can count too,’ squeals the three-year-old. ‘One, two, five, 40-hundred.’