ONE LESS PLATE by Bita Kaheh

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Most people have dreamt at least once in their life of losing a tooth. In my country, Iran, people take it as an omen of the imminent death of a family member. I haven’t...

A DREAMER’S COMMENCEMENT by Marie Seeba

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A Dreamer’s Commencement Restless. Anxious. Overwhelmed. I moved to New York over two weeks ago now, and I haven’t had a full night’s rest since. Writing this, it shocks me to realize it’s only been two...

ALPHABESTIARY by Omer Wissman

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Alphabestiary Omer Wissman A is almost the emblem of anarchy, but its structure, like language itself, is fairly hierarchical, with narrow one percent nadir and top triangle superstructure over an empty as alienated base. As a...

NEW BEGINNINGS by Lisa James

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Sydney McLaughlin shattered her own world record by .78 seconds.  That was world record number four in two years.  Her first came when she became the only woman to dip below 52 seconds in...

BROWN by Violet Piper

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"I cannot believe you got her a kazoo." Gemma grimaced at her youngest child, Ayla, who spiritedly blew into my plastic birthday gift. The toddler accompanied the room as we serenaded her; she kazooed with...

REMINISCING by Yvonne Blackwood

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Hazel breezes into town this balmy summer’s day, a day I never imagined would be her last visit and our last time together. She arrives in Toronto to spend time with her daughter, Pam,...

SANCTUARY by Michael McGrath

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SANCTUARY Contrary to popular belief, not all babies are born beautiful. Trust me, I should know. As evidenced by my baby pictures, I wasn’t a looker by any stretch of the imagination. But rather than...

SCARS AND SPITE: How Academic Labels Shaped My Education by Haile...

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Among the various essays, poems, and works that I’ve written about my education,I try to assert myself as someone rational, as someone who acknowledges her disadvantages but has grown from the pain of them....

IN PREPARATION: DANCING FOR YOUR LIFE by Gail Hosking

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My mother turned twelve in Kountze, Texas where her father worked the nearby oilrigs, leaving his family for weeks at a time. Little did she know that this was a good preparation for living...

BRANCHES by Maddie Lindsay

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I remember my grandmother’s house in sepia. I don’t recall a rainy day here, let alone a wintery one. All I see are the two towering maples in the front yard that stand guard...