We are like flowers and don’t last forever. Quietly like thunder, beautifully like a river, Like a cloud, you passed through our world. You were right; Rivers will always outlive us. Grief always ...

that came before – A separation. We served tacos. Tacos that stained the concrete under which they were served. A stain which will serve as a new kind of reminder of that day for years to come. We are ...

Jay Hopler died last week. Illness streaks across this poem from his final collection — but also love. By Jay Hopler Selected by Victoria Chang I always remember these lines in Jay Hopler’s debut book ...