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Shooter's Island - Erin Swasey
In the winter, we spoke about dogs that could save my life and ghosts in a summer home your soul never truly left. You knew the world the...
Nov 26, 20223 min read


The person behind the counter - Swetha Amit
The grocery shop is packed with treasures and I spy on the box of goodies on the counter next to you they look delicious and tempting...
Nov 24, 20221 min read


A Question to the Tea Leaves - Ruth Towne
In the teacup, only a teaspoon of liquid remains, almost room temperature now. My left hand lifts the cup, my eyelids drop for a moment....
Nov 22, 20221 min read


I Was Eight When We Met - Paula Praeger
One-hundredth birthday balloon suspended over her throne at her daughter’s dining room table laden with eats. Centenarian reigns. Talk,...
Nov 20, 20221 min read


A decade to press delete - Madhu Arora
There is a number saved in my phone contacts, under the name “My Life”. I first saved it over a decade ago and have carefully copied it...
Nov 18, 20224 min read


I am a contested territory - Julie Benesh
Was she pretty, poor, ugly, rich? Hard- working or lucky? Her 7s look like boarding school in Switzerland, but her...
Nov 16, 20221 min read


Signs - Laura Daniels
The last thing I remember as my eight-year-old head hit the pillow was that we had to move. The landlord sold our home, and the new owner...
Nov 14, 20222 min read


Pilgrim’s Compass - Barry Casey
I wanted to be ten when I was eight, I wanted to be eighteen. I wanted more when I was young. I craved a mind which opened naturally to...
Nov 12, 20221 min read


Le Laurier Rose - Cathleen Davies
Something was amiss. The rings were gold in colour, but that was where all resemblance ended. The so-called diamonds hung, heavy and dull...
Nov 10, 202211 min read


Dreaming New York - John Horváth
It's where we all go, where the dough uprises, becomes bread. Thirty-and-nine. Scratching my balls at a Ballenchine ballet. The...
Nov 8, 20222 min read


Starry Night - Wendy Chen
Without knowing why, I love to seek answers from the sky as if there’s someone up there, who listens. The summer is usually hot but not...
Nov 6, 20225 min read


What I Remember About Dying - Evyenia Downey
1. Sweat slick. Firm grip. A knuckle carved trail to an open mouth. Silent oh, but my god, I’m sorry for not calling your name. 2. Pop as...
Nov 4, 20221 min read
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