by Elontra Hall | Sep 29, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Dehydration Never has there been so much interest in the humble tongue. It peek-a-boos from my mouth like the little man in a weather clock. The consultant’s quick look predicts storms in its fur. She keeps pouring water into my glass as fast as I can gulp it down –...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 28, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction
My Mother’s Hands When I was a child my mother’s hands were unremarkable. She never got her nails done or anything crazy like that. We’re talking the 50’s here, in a small Canadian town, a modest religious woman who would...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 27, 2025 | Featured, Flash Fiction
GOLD MEDAL It was only my second speech and debate tournament in high school, and I was coming home with a gold medal in Dramatic Interpretation and a silver in Extemp. Finally, the frizzy-haired nerd who never got asked to dance was a star. My...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 26, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
weeks after being stabbed my brother saw his attacker at a petrol station my brother was alone & did not get out of the car even in the ambulance my brother said he wasn’t scared even when the white bathtowel we pressed against the stab wound...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 25, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The night before their wedding, Dad tells Mum two things I. He’s ten years older than he’d said, which makes him twenty-eight years older, not eighteen. It’s a bad blow. What’s done can’t be undone. Mum’s only choice is a hostel for unmarried mothers. She puts on...
by Elontra Hall | Sep 24, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Child’s Innocence in Gaza We are the ones who see big crackers burst every day— still wondering why the adults hate crackers. While everyone loves simulation games, we live inside them— the most real simulation is the war around us. There...
