CURRENT ISSUE - 3.1
WRITE THE WORLD WEBSITE
by KOBY CHEN (Canada)
When my mother and father had left for the west, they brought few things with them.
by SHERRY SHU (Canada)
He scuttled furiously from beneath the undergrowth, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath.
MY PARENTS CONSIDER WHAT THEY'LL DO WITH THEIR REMAINS
by OTTAVIA PALUCH (Canada)
But not as quickly as water.
by MAYA LINSLEY (Canada)
Jill climbed the dusty, rotting steps, and her upper half disappeared into the gloom.
YOU HAVE FOUND LOVE
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)
"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 . . .