by AJ Marlowe When Sam left, I didn’t fight her. I didn’t say the right thing. I didn’t say anything at all. Just nodded, arms crossed, like I was letting her go. Like I wasn’t breaking underneath. After that, I mostly lived in my apartment. I didn’t have a job anymore — not a real…

by Annabelle Clarkson They say some places don’t exist on maps — not really. Not the way they exist in memory. That’s how I feel about the ridge. I never planned to go there. I was three days into a solo hike through the Pacific Northwest, chasing silence and space after a year that left…

by A.J. Marlowe I was always a believer, and the night the visitors came to my little farm in Southwest Nebraska, well, I just knew my life would never be the same. It was one of those summer nights where the heat lingers long after the sun goes down, and the kind of silence outside…