Summer has arrived. Sweat gathers in my creases; long, hazy days bleed into hot nights. At the wine bar, with my best friend, we sip glasses of cold white wine and dip shreds of buttered bread into olive oil.
Category Archives: Prose
Rebecca Jacobson
I press the towel harder against my face and my shoulders fall. It’s the first moment since I arrived at the competition where I feel unseen, my hands still.
Monique Nair
Let’s start with the waters of another lifetime.
Macey Smart
Do you remember the night we met?
Shafi Huq
The last two weeks have been overwhelming. And it’s only going to get worse.
Ariadne Will
In a While When I was little, I assumed Shoals Point—a volcanic shore a few miles from Sitka and close enough to kayak to—was Shoal’s Point, like Shoal was some dead man who liked to surf there or camp there. And maybe Shoal was like my father, in that sense—the way I imagine he mustContinue reading “Ariadne Will”
Milla Fargo
New West, Approximately Content warning: references to self-harm, racism, and violence. i I saw women laughing. When I looked back they were crying.—Unnamed document. New Westminster, Canada. 1:41 p.m. Monday afternoon. I remember now, sitting alone in the cafe booth, leaning against the glass of the northern wall behind me. I could feel myContinue reading “Milla Fargo”
Dave Clark
‘You know that phone plan? The one I got a month ago?’
How could I forget? He’d banged on about it ‘til kingdom come.
‘Well, there was a catch. At the end of all that small writing.’
Melanie Hobbs
That year my aunty passed away from a sudden arrhythmia. For the first time in my life there wasn’t an adult in the world who understood me.
Seth Robinson
The boat arrives at sunset, pulling in under a fruit salad sky. Pineapple, melon, grapefruit and mango, all layered under coconut clouds.
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