“Dead, Buried”

Tyler R. Martin

When I am to be buried
And I’m placed into the ground,
With my beloved beside me
Let her not make a sound-
Let her dry eyes
Not display her feeling-
And let not her loneliness
Impair her healing…
And please, babe
Bury me with smokes
And bourbon-
To get me through
Whatever plane awaits
Without the feel of you


By Katie Wolffer

Yesterday I floated up to the moon,
I reached out to touch the stars,
They were so close I could touch them,
I watched you reach up to try and grab me, but I left too soon,
I watched you cry as you watched me lay down on the moon.
If you stared at the sun, and you winked at the moon