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Canada
by VIVIAN ZHI (Canada)
December 2020
My words can be a sense of comfort, a feeling of being understood, a thought, an awakening.
by NAZEEFA AHMED (Canada)
December 2020
Mathematics: prove me
with your trig identities
by AMY NAM (Canada)
September 2021
As early as nine years old, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, poking and prodding at the skin above my eyes to create double eyelids.
by AALIYAH JALEEL (Canada)
July 2021
I remember
That sun-kissed evening in 1914
by KOBY CHEN (Canada)
April 2021
When my mother and father had left for the west, they brought few things with them.
by SHERRY SHU (Canada)
August 2020
He scuttled furiously from beneath the undergrowth, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath.
by OTTAVIA PALUCH (Canada)
August 2020
People evaporate.
But not as quickly as water.
by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)
April 2019
I found love in the plastic heart of a run-down souvenir shop. Sweat had dried in a sticky landscape across my back, and I was out of breath from the sheer force of the midday sun, and I was standing in between . . .
by ISABEL ALTAMIRANO (Canada)
April 2019
"Vente, mi amor, help me with dinner." I bound over to the kitchen, shooting a full-brace grin up at my abuela. She chuckled, patting me on the back, and led me to the counter.
"Here is the recipe", she said, waving to an ancient book . . .