Same Like Me

“Can we pray for my brother?” She asked as I petitioned the class for prayer intentions. “We just found out he is going to be incarcerated...”

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Results of the 2020 Place & Home Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the 2020 Dreamers Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home Contest. This contest honours the term “Dreamers”...

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Oralia

A heavy weight presses down on my chest. It feels like a chasm is forming under the breastplates covering my heart. I take a moment...

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History Lessons

Mid-way through a week of walking the vales and fells of the Lakes | My new friend Judy asks: | What do your parents do?

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Under Water

The Sunday I first went to the quarry was after I made Tito choose. He’d been back in the States a few weeks. This is what his mother...

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Mumina, the Mouse and I

I arrive late at my writers group, stepping into the quiet swish of pens on paper, of fingers tapping on keyboards. I love that look of concentration...

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Bring Me Your Yearning

Two days before the bicentennial and Madeline Harper’s tenth birthday, someone rowed an eighteen-foot Statue of Liberty constructed entirely of Venetian blinds...

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Book Review: Requiem For My Rave

It’s all here: the good, the bad and the sketchy. Hulla parties were an exciting and risky destination for the underground kandy kids of Toronto...

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The Psychiatric Patient Profiled in My Application

I hold the paper in my hand. My case worker is friendly, not callous or distant. I ask him to decode the letter I have received in the mail. I think it says what I hope it says...

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Sunflowers

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about sunflowers—the kind that kept Van Gogh tethered to his body and that convinced Hannah Gadsby that human connection can shield us...

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The Babies

The room is small, jail-like, with windows high in one wall. The air is humid. Breathing requires deep heavy intakes of energy. The bits of daylight filtering through...

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Stone’s “Formation” a Delight

It was a delight to discover Tammy T. Stone’s Formation. In this collection of poetry written left aligned and in fairly loose form...

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Our Institutions

Over the last twelve months of life at the Alvarezes, from fall of ‘65 to fall ‘66, the seasons gained momentum. The autumn equinox passed.

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Results of the First Dreamers Flash Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the 2019 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. In a flash story, it’s important to make every word count...

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The Monster Barber

My father left his barbershop to work in construction years before I was born, yet he never stopped cutting hair. If you knew Gennaro well enough to visit his Italian home in the inner city of Cleveland...

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The Memory Box

In our living room, a box sits atop a record player, with a black and white photo placed upon the box. All three items act as a tabletop for collected dust...

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Delete.

“You need to choose which memories you want to delete,” the doctor said as she clasped her hands behind her head and tried to appear calm and confident...

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An Uncaged Bird

A chick on a board. Rise, drop, hot wheels singin’, the wind in her hair. Ready for Scarecrow man – break on your board, slide under his skinny arm.

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