by Robert Vivian Indieground Design Every page the same one lover, every letter, every Emily dash and comma the same loved page loving now in scrawled out words, in so-called loving mistakes and rife misspellings which are just our trembling fingertips at the threshold of awe trying to get it down, trying to soar our feeling most heartfelt selves, every poem, every kiss, every curlicue and every page the same torn lover from the same swaying tree, the tree that teaches us how

by Robert Vivian Jason Yuen Yes, I dive deeply into words and yes, they somehow hold me even as they are passing away, and yes to the window and the doorknob, yes to all the humble implements, pan and dish and saucer, coffee pot and teaspoon of honey — and yes to the beating of my heart and every heart, yes to the vibrant roundness of every living creature and the fragrance of lilacs blossoming here in early June, Yes, I say, and yes again to the spider on a north facing wall