The Crash
“My father liked to work with his hands So much so that it created calluses on his palms and he survived solely on manual labor…”
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The Hard Way, Kid
DEAR OLD WEST TECH, WE’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. It’s the opening line of my high school…
Against Ruins, in Praise of Pink
“Yes, yes. Over there is fine. Just under the middle window. Thank you so much,” Braynah said, directing the two workmen. Both men, in burly middle age…
Maybe a Mango, Recovery, Yearly Physical
Peach halves wobble in pineapple jello on the tray across her hospital bed, a kitchen accustomed to the elderly; still, Green Pines…
Results of the 2019 Dreamers Writing Contest
Congratulations to the winners of the Dreamers Writing Contest: Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home. In the United States, Dreamers is a term …
Drowning Manifesto
Do not tempt the sharks. Do not move your limbs horizontally or vertically. Do not hold on to pictures or passports or holy books…
Hail Mary
I’m crammed in with forty-nine other pairs of feet, shackled in steel. It’s kinda like a reverse Oreo of…
I Don’t Speak Icelandic
“Eg tala ekki Islensku,” I say, with a perfect accent: “I don’t speak Icelandic.” It’s the sentence I utter most often in my mother’s language…
Peace, Order and Pretty Good Normal
Hamid told Ava he was standing at the corner of King and James when a goose dropped like a flailing accordion out of the sky.