Francesco Palma

      The nightmare where I am back in middle school A speck of dust fights with glitter on the floor of my school’s gymnasium. A wrestling match rolling from corner to corner of the green linoleum, invisible to most. There is awkwardness in my legs,...

David Waters

      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...

Fran Hawthorne 

      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...

Cath Holland

    THE DAY WE GOT THE NEWS Let’s say we have that afternoon again. Itchy for autumn. Me in pale orange lipstick and you your best tweed with leather buttons, facts mouthed at us in a room with no room to move. We hold onto thin plastic see-through cups of...

Amelia Wilson

      Mum, Mother and Me: A girl who believes she can see the future using green peppers reflects on her two mothers, a mysterious stain, and a dog she’s sure is pregnant. Mother’s POV I don’t know when it started. First it was one, then three, then...