Featured writing:

I’m glad I knew you as you were and as I was

Because we are not friends anymore,

I would not call you my friend

But you’re still in my dreams

Buried in the soil, under rocks, where it’s cool and damp and private

And when I won’t mind dirty hands

I’ll dig you out and look at you more closely

And will find that some memories are best left alone

Untampered and well preserved

Some memories are just memories and nothing more.