• On Earlham Drive by Katherine Van Eddy

    The dogwood tree still stands in the front yard where my grandfather planted it decades ago after he dug it from the woods behind their house at the top of Vatican Hill. As a child one summer when I ran past that tree a bee stung the back of my hand. My mother eased the sharp pain with baking soda pressed into the pinprick while I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the wallpaper with green grape bunches and fruit-filled bowls.

  • To Those I Have Loved by Aidan Kelly

    Melinda, who of all has loved me longest And deepest, says I trail a cloud of threads, Shining, invisible, each thread the bond I made with each of you, each thread unbroken, Not forgotten, mercifully anesthetized by time, Yet leaving still a bittersweet “What if?”