Should I one day remember that other life of ours

By James Diaz my, what beautiful years you have in your pack, trailing the eastern front brambles, burning barns- then the light in your eyes hesitating between things I broke like bread crumbs every stone in me hungry for naming, clamor cells bursting cool, summer crushes and hanging laundry forest winding its longest arm around … Continue reading Should I one day remember that other life of ours

Story Contest 3rd place

The Braille Reader By Deryn Pittar “There’re feathers all over the floor, again,” Mother said, her voice cross and exasperated. “I’m heartily sick of picking them up.” Christina shook her head at this utterly ridiculous statement, considering they didn’t have a budgie or a parrot. Her mother had early-on-set dementia and  often became confused. She … Continue reading Story Contest 3rd place