by Giulianna Di Nenna
Life-searching questions arise at night, after sunset, and not just on park benches along river banks. Watching rushing water, reflecting upon its cleansing qualities, can soothe. If only I could have been near a…
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Afterimage
by KT Thompson
When the airplane crashed in the meadow, I was on a walk to look for birds. My torso a crosshatch of straps: binoculars, camera, sling with water and treats for my dog, the leash.
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Points of departure
by Cloé Vaz
In April 2012, I went back to the place I was born: Guinea-Bissau, a small West African country. It was definitely an emotional trip, as I hadn’t seen my father for a year and…
by Vanessa Junkin
February 28: Pearson International The mellow blue sky slowly grabbed up at the plane, cradled us in its fist. It was early morning and already dissociation had settled into my bones. It was my…
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