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Memory
by GRACE LOVE (Australia)
September 2019
We walked along the small terrace of grass, the blinding heat of the sun forgotten . . .
by BAYA LAIMECHE (United States)
September 2019
She spoke with her hands, weaving stories out of air and breathing life into them . . .
by RUTH PORT (United Kingdom)
April 2019
1. Come On Eileen, Dexys Midnight Runners
What can I say? As soon as this comes on you're grabbing my hands and spinning me around with that beautiful smile on your face and that joyful laugh rising in your throat.
by ANNIE CHENG (United States)
April 2019
You always liked to watch the trains as they passed by, one after another, right on schedule. You liked the whooshing sound of the breaks as the train slowed into the station, and the whirring of the engine as it started up again.