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Memory
by FATIMA MOHIUDDIN (Pakistan)
August 2022
The last move (the best move, the worst move, The Move) was almost four years ago
by ANNE BLACKWOOD (United States)
August 2022
There is nothing profound about any of this. There is everything beautiful about all of this.
by REBECCA PARK (United States)
April 2022
As we approach the river, the sight between its two bridges is my worst nightmare.
by ALENA LIN (Singapore)
April 2022
With plates of food in hand, you are forced to greet vaguely familiar faces.
by GENEVIEVE SMITH (United States)
April 2022
"Bye," she says. "Love you!"
I freeze, almost tripping down the steps.
by IZRAHMAE SUICO (The Philippines)
November 2021
A falling star taught her how to wish, but a falling star apple trunk taught her something else.
by KESSLER SHUMATE (United States)
November 2021
You listen for pleasure to some songs, for pain to others, Robin had said. Which was this?
by BRIELLE YOUNG (United States)
September 2021
The story my grandfather told continues to shape me today.
by AALIYAH JALEEL (Canada)
July 2021
I remember
That sun-kissed evening in 1914
by MAY ZHENG (United States)
December 2019
Air sticks to my skin,
like honey. mosquitos circle my ankles and wrists
by SIRIN JITKLONGSUB (Thailand)
December 2019
These are the scents I will take with me when I leave this house.
by ELEANOR LEWIS (Wales)
December 2019
i have come back
to the village i swore i would never see again
by SAACHI GUPTA (India)
December 2019
There’s a moment in kindergarten when I realize that the other grandparents don’t smile.
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.