Patrick Faller Sources of Energy I’m classroom-bound, late to leave. At home my wife’s waiting. Outside, a light snow is falling. Down the hall: footsteps; the click-and-clatter of cleaning cart wheels; voices of the pair who go room-to-room after-hours emptying trash cans, scrubbing wall-to-wall whiteboards
Chapter 1 I kissed your brow and made promises to watch, to protect them, knowing I’d never live up to their mother who was leaving way too soon. Chapter 2 There were no veins left for the taxol to travel through, but we had breakfast
by Jason Stelzner Sister, I hear your voice but cannot see you here, where you walk beside me; here where you forded the last lonely river, leaving me lost on mortality’s bitter shore. Here amidst June’s high water and hatching eaglets’ cries.